In a previous post, I mentioned a “houseguest.” I wish to elaborate.
When you compare him to me… He’s had fewer birthdays. He’s got a deeper rudder. He’s got fewer scars. He walks a narrower path. He takes longer getting there. He runs into less stuff on the way.
He’s as sweet as pancake syrup. He’s as pleasant as a day off. He is as warm as a sun puddle. He’s as comfortable as an electric blanket. He’s as giving as a momma bird. He’s as protective as a momma bear. Hurt those he loves, he’s a real mother.
He’s a white knight. He’s tall, dark, and handsome. We look like chocolate swirl ice cream. He’s hot as blue blazes.
He has my back. He’s my big spoon. He’s the breath in my ear. He’s the heartbeat I fall asleep to. He’s the mate to my soul.
His name is Andy.