One of the boys.

All the boys looked fantastic tonight. It's funny that nothing's the same yet this fact is: I am assured by the company of them...any or all of them.
Dearest boys (it seems strange to refer to you as men except for when I pray for you- incidentally not often or often enough), thank you for sculpting me into the strange child I am today. I value you all deeply and I know for a fact that if you were all impossibly compact into one, I would be head-over heels in love with you!

But your not and thus neither I.