You misunderstand. For five minutes a week, just five, he manages to find some way to make me smile or laugh or so flustered that I forget who I am. I can pretend I'm a normal person.
I want that to be real. Honest. Fair. Five minutes isn't too much to ask for.
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Date: 2015-12-04 06:16 am (UTC)I want that to be real. Honest. Fair. Five minutes isn't too much to ask for.