Mum: so, how tall is he?
Girl: Tall enough.
Tall enough. That's all we need really. For the person to be ENOUGH. Flashy personalities. The whiz. Overzealous in being saint-like. Strings on the guitar. Making heads turn twice, sometimes more. That jaw line. His smile. Black glasses. The heart. Spirit that you can never keep. All those are nice. Great even. But really, all I need is what I can hold. What I want and what is enough. All he needs to be, all I want, tall enough. I'll wait.
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