His perfectionism drives other people nuts, however I understand it perfectly.
His ideas are brilliant. My additions compliment them oh so nicely.
Some of the things I come up with surprise him and he laughs. He laughs because we are so much alike.
He will begin a sentence which I will finish. A conversation can be interrupted and continued hours later at the exact point we left off.
I know every last detail of his past and he knows mine.
My hopes, my dreams, my deepest thoughts, he knows them all as I know his.
My goals mirror his own.
His ideals mirror mine.
I wouldn't say we were made from the same mold however I will say we were sewn from the same cloth.
Our differences add a zest to the everyday.
How did I get so lucky?