When I sit next to my better half from the leather-based settee, their fair-skinned hand entwined with my black colored one, we am overcome anew with all the wonder of us. I will be dark. He could be light. The comparison of y our clasped hands is nearly startling, yet together we create one thing of extraordinary lovelinessвЂ”a rich, deep beauty to be celebrated.
We rub a thumb over PaulвЂ™s, marveling at the blond small hairs that grow thereвЂ”at exactly how their whiteness sticks out against my very own night skin.