One, two, three, home free for you! Well, I didn’t quite know how to begin sliding between the keys of this beautiful keyboard of mine–one that, from so much extirpating, feels so comfortable I’m starting to love it. I suppose beginning is never an easy feat; things always have a way of complicating themselves. Like that moment you see someone for the first time: they look beautiful, they enchant you, and beyond that, you connect through what they listen to–the music and all those “things.”Though, I must pause right there.The other day, someone waltzed into the room taking for granted that I loved them, throwing around those lines that make one say, “Oh, truly, a conqueror.” And well, as you already know, I am not just some naif to be hoodwinked by sweet words. Sure, at first it sounds pretty, it’s lovely, it’s nice that you all are so “kind.” However, I only changed my tune to say that it stank.And there it is: you see that beloved being who supposedly complements everything, and suddenly, they open their mouth to give you a kiss and… it reeks.Yes, it reeks of fish. Yet, some find the sweaty scent of my body–of my most armored parts–to be adorable. Yes, those very parts you long to smell, to touch, and to suck. And without losing the thread, I say it again: why are people so superficial? They let their true love pass them by because they haven’t learned that it is the differences that make a dish exquisite. You’d understand then why you don’t mix the juices of the meat with the libation that accompanies it.In short, that old cliche about not judging a book by its cover fits quite well today. I only wanted to mix a little enthusiasm for knowing each other more deeply, for accepting our differences before uttering a “I love you.” Only then can the musk of sweaty skin be enjoyed in bed for what it is: something truly exquisite
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