I think sometimes we live in two different worlds.
We have starred in two polar opposite lives.
My plot is filled with a negative upbringing and positive outlook.
His is filled with punctual 6:30pm dinners and the filling of passports over the holidays.
I feel like I have nothing special to offer him. I have no wealth or insight. I have no amount of experience or strength to hold him.
I suppose the only thing I can offer except my capacity of loving him.
