Parallel

He loved her, and he loved me. Concurrently, not consecutively. The tie that binds, hands held fast. He stood between us and loved us equally.

He loved her and he loved me. She was dark-eyed and sweet like sherbet. She bit. I was pasty and languid; like milky coffee. Comfort.

He loved her and he loved me. She loved the tongue and the tale, I more the tongs and the tail.

Different, equal, valid loves.

And I loved her and she loved me.

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