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I went home, still feeling his arms around me: on my stomach, around my waist, around my neck; and feeling his warm body against mine, his scent still in my nostrils, his voice echoing in my ears. I don�t care if he never loves me romantically. He�s my best friend and he loves me. I�m there for him when he needs me, and I can make him happy. If I can make him happy, that�s all that matters. I just want him to be happy. That�s all that matters.
This was what love was. |