Trevor lived a solitary, colorless life. On his 30th birthday, he stared at the candle in his cupcake. A wish rose within him. For the first time, he wished he wasn’t alone. He blew out the candle.
As he left the diner, a man stopped him.
“No one should spend their birthday alone,” the man said.
Trevor’s heart raced. “I’ve always been the solitary sort.”
“I don’t believe that. You’re solitary only because you’re waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
The man kissed him, exploding Trevor’s world into a rainbow of color, and he knew he’d indeed been waiting for love.
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