My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

touched his face.

“You did not carry me until I could walk. You stood beside me until I remembered I was still myself.”

He looked down.

“I still do not want gratitude.”

“Good. Because gratitude is not why I get jealous when some women flirt with you.”

A laugh escaped him.

“Gratitude is not why I know how you take your coffee, why I miss you after one night continue reading …