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Is he the perfect guy for me? Is he all that I want to be? If birds lost their wings and the wind stopped blowing steadily I know that he is a constant. Obstacles challenge friendship, yet pure life overcomes and that shall be the real answer. Perfect sense is not made, except when his prescence is united with my being. Friends. Friends they say? what do they know? what does anybody know?