he is my reflection; I see my flaws in him but in him they become beautiful —the ones that do not seem to be what it is I fight within myself
he is everything I am not
both good and bad
all that I aspire to ....
he is brutal truth without apologies yet with surprising gentleness that it slips beneath my guard without my knowing, he slips the key into a lock to a door no one knows is there
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