I have never been more thankful that I can just drop my pride and really love people. I simply clung to him and grinned from ear to ear. He just laughed. His house-filling, bass tone laugh and held onto me. I can't even express how that felt.
He tried to talk to me, but I just nodded and kept holding on. He understood and kept laughing.
We walked into the kitchen and watched a little bit of "Dancing with the Stars" where he made a ton of hilarious if irreverent comments.
He touched me all over the place -- my arms, back, chest and shoulders -- and commented that I seemed to be a lot more muscular. He asked if I was going to the gym or if I had been. I told him I work out at home. He compared me to my younger brother Percell.
Percell plays football and is built like a tank. Needless to say, I felt complimented.
Afterward, we came to the back of the house. We took pictures like this:
After that we just laid there next to each other, talking about life. I work, exercise and dance. Not much else to say there. Then again, I take 26-hour bus trips.
He laughed at that last part as I explained the story. He talked to me about things like where he met my mom. We looked at some old pictures of him (I know where my latent fashion sense comes from; dude was shaaaarp), talked about my sister Jhonei's new baby boy, David, and just laughed at life.
He saw me texting and said I should put a speedometer on my thumb.
He also played football on his phone. He's making a sandwich and I'm contemplating sleep and some other, secret things.
Again, moments like this make me forget what I'm missing for a moment.
I love this man.
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