Noah wasn’t perfect, but who was? Maybe true perfection is seeing the flaws and loving someone despite them, forgiving the mistakes, and moving forward. For a few days, I was guarded whenever Noah was around, and tension hung over us like an ominous cloud. My mood was not improved by the day, the anniversary of my parent’s death.
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