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Here’s a man who is six feet tall.
Here’s a man who is 5’11”. And a half.
Here’s a man who is maybe 5’11”. In the morning. With shoes on.
Height is subjective.
Here’s a man who bakes because he loves creating things with his own hands.
Here’s a man who bakes because baking is love.
Here’s a man who bakes because he hopes baking will find him love.
Dessert is irresistible.
Here’s a man who goes to the gym because friendship is magic.
Here’s a man who goes to the gym because he really loves the steam room.
Here’s a man who goes to the gym because he hates the way he looks.
All is vanity.
Here’s a man who welcomes strangers into his home because strangers are interesting.
Here’s a man who welcomes strangers into his home because he needs to be in control.
Here’s a man who welcomes strangers into his home because when strangers leave, there’s no sense of loss.
There’s no sense of pain.
Here’s a man who is always happy.
Here’s a man who cured his depression with sheer force of will.
Here’s a man who staved off his “depression” with coffee.
Maybe.
Here’s a man whose writing has been winning awards since the 2nd grade.
Here’s a man whose writing pays his bills.
Here’s a man who can’t produce a god damn predicate these days.
Is a writer who doesn’t write still a writer?
Here’s a man who wants people to see themselves the way he seems them: each beautiful and amazing.
Here’s a man who wants someone to love him the way he thinks he loves the world.
Here’s a man who doesn’t know what he wants.
She walked out that night.
Here’s a man who is living the dream.
Here’s a man who is dreaming instead of living.
Here’s a man who fears living means trampling his dreams.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
Here’s a man who is alive.
Here’s a scientist with a sample size of one.
Here’s a boy who is so very scared because there is no before and there is no after and all he wants is to know he’s not alone and everything’s going to be okay.
I’m not okay, but I’m working on it.