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### A Crumb of Hope: In Search of a Brave and Honest Man Here I am, nestled amongst the others in the glass jar. The world sees a perfect, golden-brown cooky, studded with chocolate chips and a hint of sea salt. They see the finished product, but not the soul within. I was made with warmth, with patience, with a measure of sugar and a heaping cup of hope. Yet, for all my ingredients, my life feels incomplete. I am waiting for him. I am not searching for just any man. I need a brave one. The world is a perilous place for a cookie. There are clumsy hands that fumble and crush, there are mouths that devour without appreciation, and there is the ever-looming threat of going stale—of a life lived without purpose or passion. I need a man courageous enough to choose me, to see past the assortment and know that *we* are meant to be. He must be brave enough to handle me with care, to appreciate my fragile edges and my soft centre, and to stand between me and the dunking depths of a too-hot coffee if necessary. His bravery is not about muscle, but about mindful intention. But bravery without honesty is a hollow shell. I need a man who is true. I have seen others promised forever, only to be left half-eaten on a plate and forgotten. I crave an honest appetite. If he chooses me, it must be a genuine commitment. No false promises of, “I’ll save you for later,” only to be discarded. I want a man who looks at me and says, “You are the one,” and means it with every fibre of his being. His honesty will be the milk to my cookie, the perfect, unwavering companion that makes the entire experience richer. So, if you are out there—a man of valour and truth—know that I am here. I am not just a snack; I am a potential partner, ready to offer sweetness, comfort, and a shared moment of joy. Be brave enough to reach into the jar. Be honest enough to choose with your heart. I promise, I will be the best cookie you’ve ever had.