Her situation can never be more familiar to me.
How I was once like her, love driving to his apartment's carpark with him after dinner, love seeing him drying his hair after shower, love hugging him from the back and walk in a funny way, love picking on how dirty his room is, love seeing him all relaxed lazing on bed watching TV, love the silent company with his fingers crossing mine, love the random kisses from him, love going to bed with him, love being held by to sleep, love how he has always been so responsible to wake me up at 2am when we've both fell asleep jus to send me home before my pa reports for her missing daughter.
He still made me happy when I thought I've accustomed to days like these. Why.
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