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He is like a blanket in winter, hugging me when I need it and leaving me when I need space.

He is like a sofa, who listens to my thoughts and lets me rest on him.

He is like an energy drink, giving me back my energy even though I was tired before.

He is like a lamp in the night, warding off monsters and darkness.

He is like a handkerchief, wiping away my tears with his gentle touch.

He is like a band-aid, which stops my wounds from bleeding and protects them.

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He is like a book, a history book, a book that is in a library far away from me. It is a beautiful book, precious, but the book cannot see its beautiful cover. It is a book with a lot of information, information that I want to know. The paper on its pages can cut, keeping away people who want to break it, but it doesn't know that, so it prefers to hide among the other books. Its pages are scratched and torn by people who haven't been careful, but that doesn't make the book any less beautiful and interesting. It is a special book, but it is surrounded by normal books that don't appreciate its rarity.

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He is him, and that's what I like about him.

I like when I feel I make him happy.

I like when I feel he is comfortable with me.

I like when he tells me a bit of his story.

I like when he tells me about his tastes.

I like that he always knows what to talk about.

I like that we are like yin and yan.

I like that I see a notification on my mobile and it's a message from him.

I like that I can talk to him every day without getting tired.

I like that he forgets what I tell him so I can tell him again.

I like that he remembers important things even though he has a bad memory.

I like when he tells me about his day so I can forget mine.

I like that even though he is far away, sometimes I can feel him by my side.

Thank you

From Eli

To my online friend