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I was the youngest and last of my brothers to find love. It wasn't that I didn't want it - in fact I wanted it more than any of them did when it fell into their lap, and now it's finally my turn.
They called me a romantic, a dreamer, a boy with rose-colored glasses who couldn't see the world for what it was. Maybe they were right. or maybe I'd find a man who'd embrace how I was, a man who would polish those glasses and shield me from anything that wasn't pure light.
Maybe. just maybe. I was exactly the boy I needed to be.
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