We spent the evening the way we often did—curled up on opposite ends of the couch, a movie playing softly in the background, the kind you half-watch while talking about everything and nothing. There was comfort in the quiet closeness, in shared laughter at scenes we’d already seen before, and in the easy silence that didn’t demand explanation. As the credits rolled, it felt like one of those nights you want to hold onto, not because something extraordinary happened, but because it felt safe and familiar. When it was time for him to leave, the air shifted slightly, as if the moment knew it was ending before either of us said so….CONTINUE READING BELOW
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