I don't even know what to write about you.

Lets live together someday.
Lets make some distant promises.
I love that stuff.

You're right. You're always right about me.
I compare you. I take you and put you up against my brutal standards.
The standards of my past, the standards of my future.
But you win every time. You fight your way down, back to reality. You fight your way away from my clinging grip and look at my eyes and tell me it's going to be OK, you tell me to relax. You don't let my tendency to lead things towards disaster get in your way.

I always go for the softies. Maybe because I'm a fighter and I have to win. You look the part, I could tell from the beginning you had your problems and you had your insecurities. But Fuck! You surprised me. Blew me out of the water with your strength, your incredible sense of self. Instead of inflating my own ego with the desire to help you with your problems, you've turned me inside out and I have been forced to look in at my own. And through that I'm helping both of us.

Who would have known? I don't think you knew either. We started this with our doubts. According to the facts, this shouldn't have worked out. But you've shown me I can't just let facts be my crutch.

This.

This is good.

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