Last night, after the kids went to bed we played Scrabble by candlelight. Around 10:30 or so, our asses hurt too much from sitting at the kitchen table so we considered our options.

1. Talk
2. Fuck


We went upstairs.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.