The cognac story dates back to our honeymoon...almost 18 years ago. We were in Venice and tipsy as hell back in our hotel room when I got the brilliant idea of wanting to lick cognac off of her puswah. I poured just a little bit on and she let out a blood curdling scream. My first reaction was that someone had switched my cognac with battery acid. Thank goodness I didn't drink any or I may have gotten a tummy ache!

So 18 years later and we still talk about it. lmao

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.