He asks me “what do u like in a man”
I think the answer is more than a simple text in his hands
An answer from my soul
TYPE
My mate will be whole.
He will love himself
And know that there are galaxies within him.
He will know that like stars he is more than just
Hydrogen and helium,
More than flesh and bone. He will know that I am not a super nova in the cosmos
Waiting to be detonated And radiate a shock wave
Into his empty matter,
But rather,
I am a constellation.
I am the correlation,
Amalgamated hand-picked stars
Each placed with care waiting for no one
Because even stars are independent among their galaxies.
But he can be my Aristotle
Find me in fabric of time rifts
Immortalize our love in hieroglyphs
Buried in black holes
Basking in the dusky glow of the Aurora Borealis
He will be my northern lights
Down to Earth,
From stars to the sands,
A cosmologically cultivated man.

But I think my reply is more than what he will understands so

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“I like someone who makes me laugh”

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