A man who is kind and tender.
A man who will never willingly hurt me.
A man who is supportive.
A man who knows what I mean when I say monogomy is borne from lack of trust, and agrees with me.
A man who knows how to brush the hair from my face just so.
A man who has forgiven me for breaking his heart.
A man who has simply forgiven me, without needing me to ask him to.
A man who knows how to hug me, and make me never want to let go.
A man who understands the stupid reasons why I couldn't stay with him.
He isn't going to leave his lady-love, and I will not leave my paramour, but I know. I know in my bones that he will be there for me, not as a lover, but as a friend. It was so unexpected, that I think I almost cried.