I want a man whose floor is covered in books and untended cups of tea.
A man who picks up trash as he walks along the beach
and isn’t afraid of intimacy.
I want a man with a mind like a sponge—
A man who looks strangers in the eyes,
because he knows that everyone he passes leaves an imprint on his soul,
as he does on theirs.
I want a man who isn’t afraid to be alone.
A man who listens to the ocean,
takes note of the thoughts that pass,
and releases them with each crashing wave washing up on the shore.
I want a man who isn’t afraid to feel his pain.
A man who will cry when he is lonely,
and call his mother when he is sad.
I want a man who will face discomfort head on.
A man who will hold me when my anxiety attacks,
make friends with people in the aisles of supermarkets,
and offer his leftovers to the homeless.
I want a man who buys water for the guy who works in the lobby of his building,
and knows the names of his children.
I want a man who runs mile after mile without looking at a stopwatch,
drives with no destination in mind,
and listens to the music of his parents’ generation along the way.
I want a man who collects the shells and rocks that call to him on his ventures into nature.
A man who goes to the movies alone,
and ferments dandelions for wine.
A man who will sit at a coffee shop with his favorite book,
and leave his cell phone at home.
I want a man who counts his blessings, and doesn’t feel guilty for them.
A man who understands the purpose of pain,
and can experience deep joy.
A man who fights for what he believes is right,
even when everyone tells him he is wrong.
I want a man who left his ego with his Lego.
A man who gazes at the old like a painting,
tracing the deep crevices that map their faces
while listening to the experiences that put them there.
A man who listens to the young with gentle ears
and can see the world through their eyes.
I want a man who lives from the depths of his soul,
and loves with every cell of his body.
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Editor: Khara-Jade Warren