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Just another man and just another woman

 (written in aprox. 2018)

Almost everyone who heard my story was flabbergasted I would believe someone I grew up labelling the Devil, could be the other half of my own soul.

Someone once asked me, why would I believe such a thing?

Why? Why would I believe such a thing? Because no matter what, every time I try to find flaws, and gaps in my reasoning, I am almost instantly reminded of yet another detail, that closes the gap I had just found.

To think you were worried I saw you as a [Insert social identity] man...that was never the case. You never were 'Name' the '[Insert social identity] man. Not even for one second. I saw you as the most magnificent man, I had ever met in the entirety of my life. A man that seemed too good to be true. If it was someone whose social identities came before human, I feel that was me in your eyes. I feel it was you who did that to me.

You shouldn't worry about my seeing you as a [Insert social identity] man now, either. Right now, it feels like you are yet another man.

You feel like just another man, and I feel like just another woman. We grew up exactly how we were conditioned to grow up. Me as just another woman, and you as just another man. A match made in hell.