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May 19, 2012
Ill fitting. 

He's a good, sweet man. He adores me, and lets me know it, and shows me.  I care for him, genuinely. 

And he doesn't fit well into certain parts of life. He knows that, and it vexes him. I think one thing he loves about me is that I can relate to him, and to his inability to fit well.  His weirdness, as he puts it. I can relate to it, understand it, enjoy it.

But it was so apparent how uncomfortable he was in my other life, with my peeps.

I'm secretly glad.