But that’s fine too. After all, that’s just his personality; if that day ever truly comes, he will have to be the one to provide her with enough of what they call "a sense of security."
Just thinking about it—some day in the future, the little girl standing before him, head bowed in shyness, her words stumbling and stuttering, finally gathering the courage to say, with a hint of playfulness: "Let’s stop being just good friends. What’s so good about being just friends? I want you to bully me hard. Don't go easy on me, okay?"
And then, he could openly grab both her small hands with one of his and pin them against the wall, responding: "This is what you asked for. I’ll begrudgingly accept your request."
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