Sup3rnality

I wonder if people forget that we, he and I, are separate but together. Two units but united. What he chooses to do are not necessarily what I will choose to do. And how he thinks is not necessarily how I think. His actions are his and so are mine. His words may not be my own.

And while I will be his biggest fan, the rock to keep him grounded, the comfort to ease his heart, the other half that makes us whole, I can only speak on his behalf, but I am not him. I can only speak for myself.