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It was the kind of day people write their stories about.
I had one, too, such a happy remembrance.
Let's jump back to January the sixth.

When I said thanks to him for his presence today,
he said, "I didn't even greet you happy birthday," which was true.
But when he came to my house earlier, he looked at me,
and hugged me fast without saying anything. I hugged him back, confused.
We still met at the end of the day after we got back to dorm, with him accompanying me
when my people surprised me with a pizza cake and beautiful deco--which was another story!
He laughed along with my friends, despite probably he felt awkward..
Then he took me back. He asked, "Are you happy?" and listened to my smiling voice talking.
He was the last person I talked to on my birthday. He was there, witnessing me.
When we arrived, I kissed his shoulder like I always do, and said bye.

He never said 'I love you', too.


But now I got the point.