She’s a fantasy you never dreamed.
An idea.
She’s an image never seen.
A false promise.
But, she is finally yours.
It never was a path
of roses and unicorns.
Never will be.
Delight is a comfortable place.
It’s the easier answer.
The fascinating question is the pain.
And, the answer will get you somewhere.
It is what makes me, me and you, you.
It is what makes us. Breaks us.
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