A night where the sweet slips in briefly between the sour and I capture it quick before it turns again. A sweet moment of contentment while dining on fries and nuggets where such a pleasure is usually forbidden. It is just he and I and we both are in need of reprieve and a quilted blanket picnic tonight.
Oh this sweet and sour boy of mine. How he fills me up and drains me dry.
It is a constant push and pull. The push for freedom and the pull to be sure I haven't let him go.
He is all "YES!" to my "no" and "NO!" to my "yes".