A good guy?
Who is he?
I have no idea. Actually that’s a lie.
He’s the guy who sits three rows over and two seats back. He’s the one that during roll call memorizes your name just in case you ever decide to talk to him. He’s the one that holds the door for you even if it means standing in the rain or heat or cold. He’s the one that no matter if you call at six in the morning, late at night, or during a snow storm arrives to talk to you and actually listens. He is not very attractive, mediocre at best, but he more than compensates with his wit, personality, and sense of humor. He’s the kind of guy that would never ask anything of you but would do anything for you.
Before you go thinking I’m talking about myself, I’m not. I may be in that situation but I am speaking out for the others. The ones that are just as lonely as I am some nights.
Think about it, repost this if you’d like, but it’s just something that needed to be said.
