Laying on his stomach, looking him in the eye, telling him the thoughts running through my mind. He's so innocent compared to me, he can't imagine the pain I've felt. Yet somehow he gets it. He sees right through me and can see what I need. He doesn't offer advice, he doesn't offer criticism, just understanding and support. He's a nice guy, something I'm not used to. We are what a normal relationship should be, something I never thought I would have. He makes me happy, a kind of happy I never thought I'd be.
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