He may be an imperfect man, but he's my imperfect man.
He's hardly the romantic type, but every time he did something for me (or concerning me),
it means the world to me.
because it's very sincere. :)
When I was younger, I always felt a tad jealous of siblings or friends who were able to hug their parents freely and at any time. Frankly, ...
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