It's not like she could never find another.
It's not like she's looking either.
As of now, it's exactly like kosher.
Comfort. Knowing you can't be closer.
And the fights and the squabbles and the disagreements aside
If she wanted someone else, it would be a lie.
It's not exactly like they thought it would be
It's about how what happened,
Happened the way it did.
They may not be the best looking, the smartest
The nicest, the sweetest or the best.
And though she sees not what he sees in her
She knows she loves that his hand reminds him of a paw
And his hug, that of a bear.
(Happy post. For not the most happy of times.)
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