We're never too much of one thing. 

We're different, and similar. 

We're flavors and blandness.

Winters and Summers. 

Conflict and Making up. 

We're solving and dissolving, a tangle too complex to be wedged apart. 

We are at the end points of each other's string.

A happening, just waiting to unfold. 

We each are the in our stories, the point of tension, of danger and the coming of love. 

We are all this, and all that.