One of the many ironies included that my magic and I seemed to be an endless paradigm of opposites. Maybe if one looked a little closer, two hearts, and one soul, this made us whole. He is tall, and I am short. He is dark, and I am fair. He is thunder, and I am the spark. He is nothing like anyone I have ever dreamed of, and I am confident it’s the same for him! He is outspoken, and I will always blush. He is strong, and I am not, except when it comes to him, and then I am fierce. He is sarcastic, and I am sincere. He is egocentric, and I have enough humility to wrap around the world twice. He is athletic, and I am graceful. He is outspoken (hello…holy hell), and I am shy. He is loud, and I am quiet. He would laugh, and I might giggle. He would, in fact, share with the world that he had shaved his balls; while, I am absolutely mortified that he would even discuss it. He has charisma and charm, and I am plain and simple. He is a pessimist, and I am an optimist. His glass is half empty-damn it, and mine is always half full, but I would be more than happy to share my half with him or the entire world. He is doubtful, and I have faith. He is intensely physical and sexual, and well, so am I! He is stubborn, willful, and pig-headed, and I, without a doubt, am too, minus pig-headed, add brat. He takes pig-headed to a whole new realm, but then I rock the hell out of brat. He loves me truly, madly, deeply, and that is precisely how I love him. He can be tender, gentle, careful, thoughtful, and kind when it comes to me. When it comes to him, I know there is no heart on this earth as big as his, and I am so incredibly proud he is MINE! He plays the tough guy act well, but forces collide and unite here in the space where we run to meet. In those tender moments we meet on the same astral plane, there is no more giving, kind and wonderful man you will ever meet, and I happen to love him beyond all space and time.
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