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19 months ago
He is a good man. I love him very much. But I guess I can’t support him if I’m no longer a part of his life, so unfortunately this one will also have to go…
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21 months ago
The man I love has a red beard. His eyes are the colour of the ocean on a stormy day. His laugh is a beautiful, rich sound that comes from a happy place deep inside him :) He loves French toast, drinks his coffee strong and sweet with COLD milk, and doesn’t eat jam.
He is an adventurer, a citizen of the world (clichéd as it might sound). He absorbs new cultures like a wet sponge. He would like to live in China for a few years. He wants to take me with him. My love picks up stories along the way; he’s unnaturally good at striking up conversations with strangers. But he also likes to keep to himself; sometimes you’ll find him in the corner of a pub, smoking a cigarette and writing in his notebook for hours at a time, oblivious to the crowds around him…
My man loves words as much as I do, and seduces me with the most beautiful emails on rainy Cape Town mornings. He has read all the books I still want to read, and has very specific taste, but always appreciates the random quotes I send him. He enjoys John Irving as much as I do, and I’m going to convert him to Margaret Atwood in time. I dream about reading him Walt Whitman and e.e. cummings in bed – he says he’ll like that.
My man is kind to animals. His brother calls him the dog whisperer. When he was 17 he had a cat named Cleopatra, and the day he buried her was the last day he cried.
If I rest my head on his chest, I can hear the pulse of the ocean running through his veins.
Or that is how I imagine it would be. Because on February 19th, in 10 days’ time, I’ll meet the man I love for the first time.
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2 years ago
I stole this goal from others’ lists because it warmed my heart when I read it. Its such a beautiful line of peotry and its exactly how I feel about my good man.
oh wait, this is support a GOOD man...
3 years ago
I supported a self-centered abusive (insert cussword here) for 4 years. It’s a great thing to do… so long as you are supported well in return. Well, he’s on his own now and can barely even dress himself and he needs his brother’s paycheck to pay his bills every month. I forget when I vowed to love honor and play mommy…
