love his hands, his arms, his hugs. My Dad never hugged me the way
he does, never expressed me love for me like he does and that’s what I
always wanted from him. But no matter how much Marc loves me he’ll
never be my Dad, he’ll never fill that hole in my heart, cuz that hole
was for my Dad to fill, but he never did, at least not in the right
way.
At that moment hot tears burned down her face. Marc leaned in to see
her face, “What are you crying for?” he asked.
“Oh it’s nothing.” She lied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m fine.”
“Ok well look what I have for you . . .”
“What”
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