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Someone I’ve only known a year and a half, almost two years.

Someone I’ve only hugged almost as many times as I have fingers.

You shouldn’t feel like home.

But last night, that hug we shared, you did. Everything felt right and safe. Not to mention the fact how tightly we both held on. It’s like neither of us wanted to let go, let it end.

And that scares me.

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