Gwenn Enora6 months agoMy bf cried in my arms for the first time.StoryThis might sound selfish, but we don’t regret a thing.A few days ago, we had a Grand Christmas Event—something we’d been looking forward to all year. Last year’s event was special; it marked the beginning of our relationship, making this one incredibly meaningful for both of us.Originally, we planned to spend the day with our friend group, just like last year. I even spent days coordinating everything to make sure it would be perfect. However, things didn’t go as planned. Some last-minute changes caused frustrations, and our friends decided to stray from the schedule. It was upsetting, especially after all the effort I’d put in.Frustrated, we decided to ditch the plans altogether and focus on us. We booked a hotel nearby to spend the day, with the idea that we could always return to the event later if we wanted to. The plan was to check in, relax for a bit, have lunch with our friends, and then rejoin the festivities. But as the complications piled up and our friends went their separate ways, we chose to stay at the hotel instead.We spent the afternoon cuddling and sleeping, shutting out the chaos of the world. When evening came, we decided to skip the fireworks entirely. We had each other, and that was enough. When our friends started looking for us, we silenced our phones and stayed in our little bubble.Later that night, as we lay together, he opened up about his fears. He’s the kind of person who worries about the future, and that night, his fear of losing me poured out. He’s not ready to grow up yet—he wants to enjoy life and keep me by his side, even as we pursue different and demanding careers.As the finale fireworks boomed outside, he buried his face in my chest and started to cry, holding me so tightly as if I might disappear. Seeing him so vulnerable broke my heart, but it also filled me with gratitude. He trusts me enough to show this side of himself, to let me in completely. I stroked his hair and whispered, “It’s okay,” over and over, holding him just as tightly.Eventually, I managed to make him laugh, and the moment softened. We headed home afterward, feeling closer than ever.The night was far from what I had planned—messy and unpolished—but it was ours. And honestly? It was perfect in its own way.26
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