Since we’d been living together, I realized that he loved affection and comfort. Though we couldn’t do it in public, he loved our long hugs in the house, and how I held his hand when we were just simply walking together around the house. He also loved when I grabbed his hand in the car. Because of the way he was, I knew that he’d never admit it. It all came together when he told me the way he grew up. His mother didn’t nurture him the way that she should have.
all he wanted was love and affection and quinci has given him that
