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A Million Reasons

There we were: standing front row at a concert for our favorite band. He had his arms wrapped around me from behind; although I had such love for the band, I couldn't focus on anything except him. He was so beautiful, his body towering over me and making me feel safe inside, despite the hundreds of people behind me pushing and shoving me towards the barricade. As annoying as this cliché is, he felt like home.