I'll tell you about him. I'll tell you about all the wonderful things he's done for me, all the wonderful times we've had together."
I remember meeting him. The first thing he did when I was in the room was make his way over to me. I knew the moment I first held him that we were going to be together. He's seen me strong, he's seen me happy, he's seen me naked. He's been there when I've been intolerably lonely. He's seen my when I've been so scared and so sad that I don't even want to live any more. And it was hard for him cause sometimes he doesn't want to put up with my crazyness, but he didn't run away. He let me need him until I felt better, then he went to go do his own thing.
He's so beautiful sometimes it makes me want to cry. He's totally underappreciated, I think. But his family loves him very dearly. He can be soft and gentle, or he can be stupid and macho. I love him either way.
He's been with me for ten years and this year, it'll be eleven. I've loved every one of those days and I keep cherishing each one as if it'll be the last. I dance and sing to him, even if people think it's crazy. I spoil him with his favourite things and I defend him if he's done something wrong. I forgive him the terrible things he does and I look into his eyes and know, without any doubt, exactly what he thinks about me. He's open. He's a friend. He's my little guy.
There's never been a guy like this one. He's seen a lot of other guys come and go. He approves of them, or he tells them to shamoose with merely a look. He helps me check out all the boys that try to steal my heart. If they don't like him, then they'll never get anywhere with me.
I love the golden afternoons in the spring and summer that I spend with him. We sit in the beautiful grass, enjoying the sun, playing together, talking. He doesn't say much but I know he does his best. He's a miracle.
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