Memories
Maurice's POV,
~~ Eight years ago,
It was still a month and I was already doodling all the things I wanted to plan for Stan’s special day. I am good, really good at throwing birthday bashes. Shouldn’t it be extra special with it being my boyfriend’s? Hard work was expected. How big his cake would be, how many guests would be there, the chefs, the venue, the dresses, were all growing up in my head and cooking it directly in my diary. But all of the lists I'd made up, all the arrangement puzzles, guests’ invitations, everything was tiresome, but it was nowhere as hard as finding him a perfect present. A perfect present is like baking a cake for me. There is a lot of room for improvement. He had everything and I wanted something he could never get anywhere to give to him. Yeah! So
