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i don't despise him.
i could never despise him.
because he listens. he doesn't try to understand. he holds me tight as i cry to him, sitting on my couch. he kisses me at midnight-the only meaningful new years kiss that i've had since the last one we spent together (4 years ago.) and it's been this long and he's still the same at heart. because i'm the only person who really knows him.
and no one else even cares.