They aren't unsung heroes, or smart or brave.
They don't need to make sacrifices.
They are the ones who notice when you've got hit with bird droppings, and laugh because most of it hit themselves too.
They are people who just fish everyday, and sing 70's pop songs at night.
They eat and live and sleep and dream and wonder, but without regret.
They learn to surf and get into nasty accidents, and laugh it off over seven stitches and a beer.
They draw your attention to the topless girl sprinting across the bar, while ordering you another drink. They sit, drunk, at five in the morning trying to piece together words for a thesis, all while regaling anyone who would listen with stories of the seamy underbelly of faraway lands.
They don't understand anything about who you are, what you are trying to say, or even the same language, but still will converse with you as if you are a long lost friend.
They egg you on to take on the next insane challenge without an ounce of second thoughts.
They live as if everything in their life has worked out perfectly, and led right up to a chance and magical moment with you.
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