He rarely raised his voice.
He wasn’t the kind of man who filled a room with passionate speeches or dramatic displays of affection.
Instead, he moved through life with a quiet steadiness that often left me wondering what he was truly feeling.
I remember watching friends talk endlessly about their relationships. They shared stories about surprise gifts, emotional conversations, and romantic gestures that seemed pulled straight from a movie script.
Meanwhile, Sam expressed himself differently.
When something broke, he fixed it.
When I mentioned needing something, he remembered.
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