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I don’t know if I should be happy that he’s back or be embarrassed for what I have done. After I calmed down, everything dawned on me and that’s when I realized how embarrassing it was. I was hugging him. I was sobbing on his shirt. I didn’t oppose when he claimed that I missed him. It was a moment of weakness and I showed it to him willingly. But now, I am regretting my decision. He was looking at me with so much awe even as we sat on the bench watching the city. The surrounding was quiet. Despite the noise of the vehicles down below, where we are…it was quiet. One reason why I like to come here is to think sometimes. “Will you stop staring at me like that?” I finally said. He shook his head. He still has this unbelieving look on his face as he continued to stare at me. “I mean…I