Their personalities were plaid.  Never really matching, but one set laid over the other at an intersection.  He was more quiet and studious and liked to be alone, to sleep early, and run.  Before her he ran for miles.  She hated running and stayed up late, hated reading and was obnoxiously loud.  Who could say anything– they looked wonderful together.


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One response to “Plaid

  1. thereisalwaystime

    I like the metaphor.

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