Love You As You Are
his voice is just as quiet and hoarse as I remember, except that it’s deeper now.
A long moment of silent passes while we just looked at each other, until one of us breaks. I laughed when he rolled his eyes, holding his arms out. Yep, he still doesn’t like hugging. I walked into the promised hug, nonetheless, wrapping my arms around him. He remains stiff for a few second, awkwardly patting my back. “Okay, time’s up,” he says pushing me back by my shoulders.
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