"I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so."
I do not think that a little idol worship is a bad thing.
It is as good for the heart as a big bowl of oatmeal.
It keeps me in constant contact with that idealistic 16-year-old I once was, the girl whose heart raced at the sight of an unattainable goal, who trusted in appearances. The girl who believed that someone could be exactly what they seemed to be: beautiful in every sense of the word. To that end, I choose to hold onto my illusions firmly and passionately. So while this site is dedicated to the truth of who this man might be, it is also dedicated to that man I want him to be.
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