He's wine and I'm beer.
He's tea and I'm coffee.
He's "realistic" and I'm "optimistic."
He's salad and I'm fried chicken.
He's the details and I'm the big picture.
He's poetic and I'm artistic.
He's dark chocolate and I'm milk chocolate.
He's slow to speak and I'm hard of hearing.
He's rubber and I'm glue.
He's a trolley and I'm a rollercoaster.
You get it. We're different. Somehow it works, and I love him.
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