I think most would remember me, as a nice guy. A guy who would risk my life for a stranger. A guy who wouldn’t kill anything, even insects. A guy who was blunt, even if it hurt people’s feelings, but a genuine person.
A funny guy, to some. A guy who fell in love too easy. A guy who could relate to almost anyone. A guy who wouldn’t tolerate bullies. A guy who would rattle cages, to see who people really were.
I’m a guy that people love, or hate. Most start out probably hating me. But they eventually understand my good intentions.
A guy, who hated himself, and really never belonged here.
A guy who would talk to someone’s dog, and not even talk to the owner.
I guy who loved fiercely.
A loyal guy.
A slob, in his house, but a perfectionist at work.
A guy who could take a beating, physically, and emotionally.
A guy who wasn’t afraid to cry.
In the end. I hope people would think that I was a man. Not just a male…