One day my child will ask me, “Mommy, how can two things be one?”
And I’ll think for a minute
Because I had the same exact question
How could I hate you and love you
How could I want to smash your head into a wall
But then want you to press me up against that same wall
How could you be hot and cold
How could you be something I needed that was bad for me
How could you be the guy I imagined and the guy from reality?
And I’ll look at my child and sadly smile
Beware of two things posing as one.