Appreciating the Differences

The tickles from the butterflies in my fingertips are almost too much to take, therefore tonight, I write.

The little voice I have inside my head (the one opposite to Mr. Sean Connery) raises her call sometimes to request that I not be so neglectful of her when she appears. After all, she only comes around when she’s needed – to remind me that present circumstances neither require, nor dictate behaviours previously employed. And I love her for how gently she suggests to me that those (re)actions are the least effective way to resolve past hurts.

Not entirely unrelated, but separate of (and quite distinct from the above), I will conclude tonight’s candidness and veracity with the following words from someone who has been (and will unquestionably remain) very dear to my heart:

Soft and sweet, strong and salty.
Cool cream, hot coffee.
When we come together, there’s a change.
I know you’re good for me, you change me like the weather.
You change me for the better, we’re good together.

Drift and dream, or drive with directions.
Exploration or introspection.
No one way to win within this game.
I know you’re good for me, you spin me off my tether.
You change me for the better, we’re good together.

Would you please explain it one more time?
I love the wild surprise of seeing through your eyes!

One from Mars, one from Venus.
The whole world between us.
Sparks that bridge the difference feeds the flame.

I know you’re good for me, you spin me off my tether.
You change me for the betterwe’re good together.

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