Thank you for being for me, who I would be for you, if you were the woman, and I the man. True, it didn't last. But I'm just glad I have those untainted snippets of what love is, what love should be. I need that collateral for comparison. Maybe before we met it wouldn't have phased me..but when my super soulmate I leaned on in the alley way looked down unzipping and said, I was gonna offer you my sweater, but I forgot I'm not wearing a shirt, I smiled sweetly, as I wrote him off, thinking you would not hesitate to freeze off your *** for me. I'd protest, you'd insist.. I think you might even relish this as you beam with adoration. That's what kind of man I'd be. That's what kind of man I'd teach my son's to be. Sure, we'll be a martyrous bunch, but I'm not in life to be mild in love. If freezing in the cold is needed to keep passion burning hot, thats just what it is.