Polar opposites, polar opposites, polar opposites.
Because you wouldn’t date someone like you.
In your self-loathing, what feels like an indirect compliment, the first I can remember you giving me in 134 days.
And you admitted we were dating.
Which nearly made me blush.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Polar opposites, polar opposites, polar opposites.
Because you wouldn’t date someone like you.
In your self-loathing, what feels like an indirect compliment, the first I can remember you giving me in 134 days.
And you admitted we were dating.
Which nearly made me blush.
Part 2 of 2. What was meant. Both parts might be less poetic and more journalistic, but I appreciate the outlet.
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