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I am really lucky to have Mik. I had a bit of a cry last night after I got home from work, I was sick and tired. It was just a hard night for me in general. I really loved the fact that after I was done being hysterical, Mik said to me: thank you for sharing that with me. Meaning my cry. To me that was so amazing. So sensitive. Romantic and beautiful. As I've stated hundreds of times, I am such a lucky girl to have a man that thanks me after I cry, instead of tear my down, or tell me to stop being a baby.
2 comments:
Agreed. A very appreciated quality.
Aw, sweet.
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