Differences
What are our differences? Well, there's the obvious, I am a bird. She is human. The other big one is our temperaments. I go from zero to hot-headed anger in two seconds and she seems to have born with more patience than Mother Teresa. I like meat. She prefers vegetables. She loves the morning. I love the night. I tried to kill the neighbors' poodle. She makes him homemade peanut butter dog treats. How is it, in spite of all of our differences we have remained devoted to each other for all these years? I don't know. It's one of the greatest mysteries of my life. We just have.