What makes you any different?

You came, you wooed, we danced. You sat in the bathroom with me and rubbed my back until I could summon the energy to regurgitate everything I had consumed for the past 12 hours. You put me to bed, and you stayed with me.
I just met you that night, but you saw me in my most vulnerable state. Tall dark and handsome, my perfect man. Your looks encompassed everything I searched for. Your funny, and a good dancer, and my friends love you. But what makes you any different from every body else? Is it that there was want and need in your kiss? You made me feel like there was nowhere else in the world that you wanted to be than laying in bed with me. The shear muscular mass of your body kept me warm through the whole night. I felt so comfortable with you like I had known you for years. Like at that moment, I was exactly where I wanted and needed to be. Maybe that’s it...