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I started to rub my eyes trying to stop the flow of tears that cascaded down my cheek and onto my jeans.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

He asked me this his voice was dripping with both confusion and worry.

"Thank you....thank you so much." I said wiping my face free of any runaway tears.

"For what?"

There was so much confusion held within that question. It almost  sounded as if it came out of a 5 year olds mouth.

"For...for caring...for asking me how I was feeling...for you staying when I told you to leave...just...for everything really."

Instead of standing there and staring at me like an idiot, he smiled showing off his straight white teeth.

"You're very welcome. It was my pleasure really."

And for the first time in forever (no pun intended) I smiled. Not those fake smiles I put on for the day. A real smile. A smile that made me feel like a child again.

I had forgotten how good it feels to smile.

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