Dark Dark Dark, that is how he likes his chocolate.
Me I like mine light and sweet.
He seems to enjoy the darkest chocolate ice cream
While I like the sweetness of French vanilla
Some mornings he has his coffee as dark as night without a moon, while I have Tea, fresh and hot white tea.
Other mornings, I can persuade him into having a little white chocolate in his coffee. He persuades me to drink some and I persuade him to also drink some.
We sip with joy, looking out at the forest spread out on the right out of our house. I enjoy looking to left, where the valley reaches as far as possible. Whereas he loves to watch the forest. See who is brave enough to enter.
His day includes being locked up in his study, working on the next adventure. First the house, then the barn. He is filled with creative designs, ready to come out onto the world
My day excludes the house. My mind wants to run free in the valleys. Seek danger within the forest. Seek comfort in the tree's branches.
Each step of his is known. He doesn't hesitate. He just does. His plan his made, where and when he wants to go. He is strong with is plan
Me on the other hand. I am more hesitant. I don't know what I am going to do. My plan is not laid out in front of me. I want to be spontaneous, but I am scared where it might take me.
The differences seem so vast between us. But they just mix us together better.
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