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you told me once "there's a lot you can tell about a person by the way they brush their teeth". with a mouthful of toothpaste, i laughed. we laughed. we brushed our teeth. that was so long ago now. at least it seems that way. yet, in some ways, it seems like it wasn't so long ago at all.
what could you tell about me? i'm sure you were only kidding, but surely you thought something. in those early days. in the beginning. i know you loved me. but what made you love me? you said i was different. i'm not. how long did it take you to realize that? why does everyone want to be "different" anyway? that's what people say when they meet someone new that they like... "he's different". different from what? a monkey's ass. well, i would certainly hope so. different from other men? how so? does he smell different? is it the fact that he opens doors for you? other men do that. so, he's not "different" from them in that respect. is it the way he kisses you? because unless you've kissed every. other. man. on. the. planet. you have no way of knowing if he's "different" from them. regardless, i don't suppose i'm so different after all, and maybe that's a problem. but, you know what i learned about you? that you're strong. your arms have a way of wrapping around me and making me feel more cozy than i have ever felt in my life. you're intelligent. moreso than i expected, really. is it stereotypical to say that being as unbelievably gorgeous as you are, i was afraid i would have to sacrifice stimulating conversation? never an issue.
the passion. the comfort. the fun.
maybe it's gone. maybe things will never be as they were in the beginning. maybe things will "fix" themselves somehow and we can be as happy as we were in those earlier days. it really doesn't matter, i suppose. i love you. i always will. and that love will live on forever in our son. he is proof of all that we have ever had, regardless of our past. regardless of what our future holds.