He is...

He is the type of man all others aspire to be; a true leader. His eyes, gentle and honest, mimic the altruism in his soul. His hands are soft and rounded and represent the kind of strength every woman looks for. His arms hold the security of the Roman Empire at its peak. Everything about him is unique yet accessible. He has seen much pain in his life and is stronger for it. Life lessons were not something he failed to grasp or to share with others. He is grounded and stable and understands the ways of the world. His smile is genuine as that of child. He is the type of man any woman would be lucky to call her own.

"Awesome"

“Has anyone told you how awesome you are?” She read the sentence with immediate irony. “Awesome” you say? Oh, how she missed the simplicity of such a word. There were no complications with “awesome,” nothing to read into, no implications. Everyone knew just what it meant to be “awesome.” While the word was seldom in her vocabulary as of late, it still made its way to the front line every now and again. Someone once told her she was far better than the insipid nature of “awesome” and he was completely right. It was a rather colorless word for a vocabulary such as hers. But she liked it. She liked the essence of something being “awesome.” It reminded her of Mark Twain. “My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water.” That was how she viewed the word “awesome,” it was the water of her vocabulary and one can’t make wine without it. “Has anyone told you how awesome you are?” They have now she said with a smile, they have now.