“Excitement, while I wait for your arrival. Happiness, when you finally decide to show up. And sadness, every time you leave. I feel joy when I stumble upon the little gifts you leave for me, when I find them around my place.” I reach out behind his back and pull away the hair tie holding his braid as I continue. “Warmth and serenity when we sit next to each other on my roof, doing nothing but staring into the night. Contentment and acceptance because you see me as I am.” My fingers tunnel through his hair, slowly gliding among the long strands. “You. I feel you. With every fiber of my being,
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