human to human relationships are infinitely intricate. more spell-binding than the best novel you could have read; more mind-boggling than the most abstract philosophy of any discipline; more unreasonable than weather; more susceptible than any child. complicate it further with wants as unknown to self as it is to others, and motives, and agendas, and desires; discount it with faith, heart, chance, hope, and of course love. what emerges is but you and me. many pairs of you-and-me's. many many pairs. but what emerges is, but, you and me.
"i'll still drink even if it looks like you spitted it out"
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