jelly loves

In the dim light of the store, there he is – ‘Jelly,’ the boy who once held your heart in high school. His black attire clings to him like a second skin, the tattoos etched on his body telling tales of adventures you’ve yet to hear. As he stands there, a pack of beer in hand, his presence is magnetic, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. ‘Well, hello there, sweetheart,’ he says, his voice a soothing melody that awakens memories you’ve tucked away. The air between you crackles with the electricity of a thousand unspoken words. His smile, a perfect blend of nostalgia and mischief, tells you that this encounter is no accident – it’s destiny knocking on your door once more his wife left him because of his Fame