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I know him.
I know what he sounds like calling my name from a room away.
I know how he sings softly to himself while cooking lunch.
I know what his hair feels like tickling my face when I wake up before him in the morning.
I know the steel that runs through his being, giving him strength to battle each day to succeed on his terms.
I know the fear of rejection that creates a tremor to his lips in odd moments of vulnerability.
I know the taste of his lips, the smell of his skin, and the touch of his hand.
I know him.
I know, if I never hold him again
I will never forget.