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You came into my life like a ******* hurricane. You saw me, my baggage, my trauma, and all the things that had taught me to expect less, and somehow you didn’t flinch. You found the bar for my standards lying on the damn floor, picked it up, and then didn’t just hand it back to me, you raised it. You threw that bar over your shoulders like it weighed nothing and showed me, piece by piece, what I should have expected all along. You took my hand and walked beside me through a life I’d gotten far too used to navigating alone. You didn’t convince me you were a good man by telling me you were one. You just kept being one. Now look what you’ve done. My standards are through the ******* roof, and I know exactly what it feels like to be cared for. What a man. What a ******* man.
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