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sometimes you meet a man who you swear hung the sun. you meet a man who makes you want to turn back time to undo every mistake you've ever made, to be as perfect to him as he is to you. you meet a man who scares you down to your core. you meet a man who is unable to imagine a life without you, who you speak to one time and the initial connection is so powerful that he draws you right out of your shell, and reveals bliss in the discomfort. you meet a man who you like, who entertains you, who listens to you, and who you want to entertain back, for hours, and whose stories you could hear until you're able to build a clear image of his entire life in your restless head. you meet a man who you make smile, who you cut off in the middle of a joke to kiss for moments, minutes, hours, and whose eyes hold every other star in the galaxy that they have yet to hang. you sometimes meet men like this, and the suns they catch and hang come from you. they draw the heat you hold inside your smoldering heart from your chest, and suspend it over you and the world, warming everybody with the warmth you've given to him.