He was stone; immovable and strong. She was water; soft and fluid.
They were equal, but different.
He was stoic; silent and supportive. She was vulnerable; empathic and open.
The were different, but equal.
He took the tasks she hated to do. She took the tasks he loved for her to.
She would never be iron. He would never be wine.
But together, they formed the nectar of eternity. Mixed together by mutual respect and sweetened by their uniqueness.
In my little fantasyland castle, sculpted from sugarcane and peppermint, I sit on my throne of saccharine intentions, and parlay with emissaries from lands that don't exist. I dispatch missives to the seven corners of my mind, written on pieces of parchment pressed out of agreeable theory, and signed and sealed with the blood of my own convictions.
The conviction of convenience, and the sentiments of my arrogant self-righteousness.
6:39 p.m. - 2015-01-19
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