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I held him, sometimes while he laughed and others while he cried, regardless I held him. 

I held the weight of him loving another woman on my shoulders, I never dropped it.

I hold him, no longer in my arms but in a place far more special, my heart. 

He holds her, sometimes while she laughs and others while she cries, regardless he holds her..