A lifetime? Not going to happen. Reality smells like morning breath, not chocolate.

We compliment, but do not complete, each other.

Similar religious (no thanks) and political (he’s solidly liberal, I’m more dirty hippie) positions help make our relationship work.

He always gets the religious references in television and movies.
Then explains them to me while laughingly singing about what a Dummy Heathen he married.

I point out all of the mysterious pop-culture references he never notices. We’re working our way through a solid list of 80s/90s cult classics. He’s never seen a single John Hughes movies, people.

Part of our education included him watching The Shining. I had to go hide in the bedroom; cheesy denim jumper notwithstanding, that movie FreaksMeTheHell out.

Redrum. Indeed.

Our differences fill an ocean. The big one.

He likes to be out with people in the world, an extrovert. He’s shy and doesn’t always jump into conversations. He rarely offends strangers, almost never makes glaring social faux pas.

I like to be away from the people in the world, an introvert. I’m not shy and often jump, push, shove my way into the most random of conversations. I offend people on principle, accidentally dropping social faux pas like Gretel dropped crumbs.

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