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i had come back to his house around noon- feeling worn and vulnerable after a full night of acid, dancing, connecting with burners, followed by what can only be described as a bad acid trip- nico, who i had come there with, tripped with, was going to be future lovers with, turned out to be nasty and mean- he thought he was 'playing', but i almost cried a couple times, and left swearing that he was not someone i really wanted to talk to ever again. i climbed the stairs, showered 15+ hours of dancing and hiking sweat and dirt from my tired body, and passed out in angel's bed. and awoke to him sitting next to me looking concerned. later i came downstairs and he wanted to hear my story (while i thought he was going to be mad at me.) for hours we cuddled on the couch, and i told him what happened as best i could, shared how i was feeling, cried- and he was supportive and loving and caring and willing to hold me and listen to me and clear up fears i had about him possibly judging me. and in that moment everything changed. because i had been vulnerable and let him in, broken and unsure, and he had only shown me kindness and love and concern. i let him take care of me. when have i EVER let someone i was dating or loved do that? i curled up in his lap, held by his arms, and let the love i felt for him shine.
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