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The one

We always want one, just one. 
No matter how uncertain we've been, there is always that one. 
The one that makes your heart skip a beat. 
The one that makes you sing out of tune and mess up the words.
You start loving their favorite things and crave the sound of their laugh as it carries across the room. 
The random side eye when you're being ridiculous and the sheltering embrace when the cold air burrows to your bones. 
The one
He is not afraid of your heart.
He loves the crevices and the curves.
He waits patiently for you to finish the ramble about your dreams but smiles as your eyes light up. 
He prefers the smile over tears. 
He wants to hold your hand,and he listens, to everything. 
The one, the only one. 
He knows the roads you've traveled, the mistakes you've made. He sees and loves the lessons and the scars. 
He is man enough to stand and love all that you are and all that you will be. 
The one.
The only one. 

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