When you live with other people you actually allow others the opportunity to love you. Maybe with my past roommates I never noticed but it's so obvious to me now.
Javan lives upstairs with me, and right now him and his dad are removing the old and installing a new doorknob into my door. They are saying things like, "it normally works like this" and "hrm, this doorknob was installed improperly by the last guy". Its the most undeserved display of love I have ever received from men I have barely known. Although they have unknowingly trapped me in my room since they are blocking the door, there is no where I'd rather be. It's masculine and my internal feminist is saying, "I could do that" but I couldn't; it looks hard. Thanks guys.
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