Charles

Let me tell you about someone I love.

He's 22 years old born May 12, 1986 in Chicago, Il. We have known each other since high school. It's been 5 years that I have known him.
He loves cars. He buys cars like I buy shoes.
He is the hardest worker I know. Graduated from high school at the top of his class. Went into trade school because he wanted to be a mechanic. After graduating from trade school, he became a car mechanic. Since then, he achieved a greater goal, something he's wanted for a long time. He was employed by Union Pacific. He has obtained his career goal at the age of 22.
He loves his family despite their flaws. He will never admit he's a momma's boy. He is the youngest of four. He acts like he's the oldest of three. He is the father figure to his nephews and niece moreso than their actual fathers.
He is more financially responsible than I am. He is more responsible than I am period.
He laughs at my lame jokes and counters them with more lame jokes.
He does not like to fight or yell and would rather listen to me yap than yell at me.
He is a kid at heart. He got me into spending more time than necessary in the toys department in every Target we stop by.
He's never let me win at anything if he can help it.
Even after a long day at work, he still comes home to me asking what we should cook tonight.
He thinks of me every day by lunch and texts me with my daily loves and muahs.
He is one of the best friends I've ever had.

He is African-American.
And when we're in public, there are times when I still wonder what people think of when they see an Asian woman holding the hand of a Black man.
My Chucky answered this last statement: "Wow, she's pale."
And that's why I love him.

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"My parents say: "Get a real job!", I answer: "I have a real job, it's called living."" -Eirik Ott