There was more to him than the blond hair and long, red beard I noticed when I first met him that January day. More to him than the too slender build and pale complexion that made me think he had been a sickly child. He had more to share than the few sentences we exchanged on our long, first trip together when he gave me a ride back to college. In the months to come I would learn that he had the persistence to keep loving me in spite of numerous rejections, and in spite of me. So, in spite of myself, I began to return his love. There is something irresistible about someone who loves you.
It was not love at first sight, or second, or even tenth. There was more to it than that. And, having found something more, I have wanted nothing more.
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