There he was, telling me how his parents raised them. They were seven, he and his siblings, and he told me that because of that bond, kinship, he can never say no to any of them, even if it means that he won't have anything for himself. I found myself weeping, not because of sadness, but because of the realization that I am in love with this wonderful person and he doesn't know his wonderfulness because it has been implanted in him such that what's unusually good for me is normal for him. I wept because I can never be like him and yet he's there, also in love with me and seeing the good in me.
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