For me this very moment, the perfect man is the man who...
...walks by the side of the woman he loves; not in front of her and let her chase him around, and not on her back to let her got lost on her own...
a partner.
...is not ashamed of her, not ashamed for being seen with her, not ashamed for sharing his laugh and tears with her...
...sitting in the same table, enjoying tea while feelings are poured and soothed, I figure that his voice is gentle, tender, calm and soothing. He speaks as if singing.
and he is modest, a very simple man with no prejudice whatsoever...as if he is a boy, admiring how beautiful green the lake is, how nice the sounds when the breezing wind asks the bamboo trees to dance.
and he likes to laugh...he laugh at himself as well, maybe more than others. I guess that`s how modest he is.
He would yell and sing in the stadium, watching a game...and his spirit is contagious to those around him....as if light that is warm, that lingers.
I guess.....it was because he is sincere...sincere.
Monday, May 5, 2008
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