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I
want to tell you about this guy.
He's tall, dark and handsome.
The usual stereotype, huh? He has broad shoulders and a laugh
that contains no cynicism. His smile is amazing, and shines
from his heart, which is, itself, open, big and filled with
a love so warm, and simple, and complete. The type of love that
you would search your whole life for, and, when you found it,
wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
It's the kind of love that you
only ever dream of.
He's the kind of guy who just
gives, expecting nothing in return. But still he receives as
much as he gives. Love and fortune seem to follow this man.
It's as if he's surrounded, as if it's part of his aura. He
can make you feel special just by smiling at you - and you know
he means that smile. His touch is like magic. His kiss, to use
a clichˇ, is divine. This man seems perfect.
But he has his flaws, as everyone
does.
His heart can be too gentle, too
trusting, too kind. He gives, as I said, expecting nothing in
return, and sometimes that is all he receives. His broad shoulders
seem to carry other people's problems and never his own. He
is protective of his loved ones; sometimes a little too much.
He has a jealous side that can sometimes be his downfall. That
is his one contradiction. He is who he is. And that is why he
is easy to love. You see, he may be wonderful, but he's not
perfect.
His smile is infectious, and when
he holds you in his arms, it's the safest place in the world.
He seems perfect, but he's not. He's just a man who is easy
to love. He is my perfect match. He is everything that I'm not;
sometimes he is who I want to be.
And sometimes I wish he was real.
You see, I have never met this man - except in my dreams. I
would gladly give up a thousand tomorrows just to be held in
his arms, to feel the warmth in his smile, to hear him tell
me he loves me.
That would be perfect.
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