For 364 days of the year, I'm pretty darn comfortable being only me. But then today comes and I'm reminded that there isn't someone around to take care of me, to lean on emotionally, to look at me with eyes that soak me in, whose broad chest is there to curl against, to love me like only a good, caring, kind man can. To all of you who have just that . . . kiss him and thank him.
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