He stands upon his soapbox, holding forth. Some call him opinionated. Some say "bitch." He says, "Supreme Bitch." Me? I'm an asshole. And we're in love.
There are subtle things, things you gradually become aware of. Like aqua - and defence mechanisms, and other things...
But, he's part of me and I'm part of him - and we'll go 'round and 'round and 'round, never letting go. We balance each other. Who could ask for more?
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