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You are not easily defined, but I shall attempt to define. This thing we have is not easy to express, but I will express it. It is a simple thing with you.
You are a twenty-five year old male, of above average intelligence and a very nice physique. You look excellent on paper and better in real life. You are humorous... you often see the joke, and you make them as well, badly on occasion. Your laughter is discerning, quick though, and appreciative.
I have your intimacy. You can talk to me, often tell me things, and you know me truly. You are familiar with my traits and moods and with my body also. You are passionate at times. You are rough and violent, but carefully, as you are with most things. We have a commitment of a kind. In that I can trust you to be truthful with me. We are not a couple.
I love you. I love you because you are the kind of person I would like to be. You are the sort of person I can respect and that is very important. And I can trust you. I can trust you to be yourself, to be as painless as possible, to be a kind person, without worrying that you will not. You cannot help these things.
I love your body, because it is beautiful. And your mind because it is reasonable. I love you because you are a contradiction. I love you because you are human and whole, and not quite perfect. You have everything I've looked for in amazing quantities. And you are special, because I never really believed they existed.
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