He holds my jacket behind me while I put it on.
He calls when he's told to. He texts when he says he will.
He gives me a kiss on my cheek every time we say bye.
He doesn't push it when I hint that I am not in the mood to make out.
He treats me as if I actually deserve all of this.
Whoever said nice guys finish last has never met this one.
With love, faith and hope,
SW
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