I often refer to him as my "Prof"
because he gives me lots of advice,
forcing me to stretch my opinions, my mind, my ideals.
He is the quintessential man - a hard worker,
one who cares for the environment and his fellow man.
He's been known to give the last few dollars in his pocket to a man down on his luck.
He's caring, kind and 'gives a shit'
He likes animals.
He's a consultant, but he always has time for me.
He encourages me to grow, to try new things.
He listens when I'm down. and when I'm up, too.
He reads interesting things and always shares what he finds.
He's tall, a little younger than I am.
He looks great in good suit, but he's more comfy in jeans and a t-shirt.
His hands are rough and worn.
He's worked hard in his life, and life has worked him hard.
Things haven't always gone his way, but always gets better.
He's articulate and patient; when I don't understand something,
I can ask, and he will explain it without getting huffy or impatient with me.
He cares.
I can tell him anything and everything.He doesn't laugh at me.
He'll hold my hand when I cry
and celebrate with me when I lose a few pounds.
I am head over heels in love with this man,
and dream of meeting him in person some day.
But I know that its totally impossible......
For he is my imaginary friend.
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