My Best Man

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They would stare at the sun together.. in the same direction, and yet each would peacefully recognize.. different shades of the same light.

He was born with the gift of laughter. He brought tears and smiles. Men are terrible, change note. Boney shoulders that provide comfort. It’s not the man in my life that he is, it’s the life in my man. That is; my best friend.
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