[ WP ] We each live two lives simultaneously . When one life 's day ends , the other life 's day begins . What happens when one person falls in love with him/herself ?

I love adventure and am keenly aware of my life's distinct... lack. Or maybe I love the idea of adventure as I have never been on one of my own. But talking about whether it is possible to not love a thing while still loving the idea of it only distracts us from what I really do love. My better half. 
 
 They are wild and free doing what they want and endlessly capable. She drives a motorcycle, that she built no less, everywhere while I own a khaki passat. The difference between owning and driving is also a distinction of why I love her. My car gets me from point A to point B, normally from home to the office and back. Her motorcycle is part of her. 
 
 But more than her look, more than her adventure, more than her motorcycle, is her ability. If she wants something it is hers. If she wants to do something she does. She decided she wanted a bookcase for our office so she built one. It is beautiful and well appointed with her collection of first editions. Once, while working on a project, her hand slipped and she put a razor knife through the tip of her finger. Even as she slipped into shock while I helped wrap she assured me that everything would be alright. And I knew it would because it was her saying it. While her face grew pale she was able to make ME feel better. She is capable of all feats of mankind. 
 
 To me, she is a mirror and is able to make my life feel complete. 
 
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 I was raised in a suburb of homogeneity and every choice I made in life was an active stand against all that life represented. Every house down the block the same, everyone wanted a pool and new car each year, each home with their standard 2.5 children, separation of that normalness was punished harshly. Thankfully I was raised to question and saw through the protective facade which they hid behind. I rejected the life of sheepfulness and embraced a life of varying discomforts. 
 
 Until I met her. 
 
 We were both at university at the time. I was... getting by. She was excelling. Destined to choose her own path but she actively chose a life I would have never even considered. A life of suits, a life of 401k worries, a life of management and being managed. 
 
 She showed me that you can earnestly enjoy comfort without hiding. She showed me how to live a middle class life without cowering behind tradition and group think. She showed me that sometimes you keep on the move and keep working simply because you are as afraid of what stopping means. She tamed me mostly because I was willing to give up almost everything to be with her. 
 
 I have never loved like I love her.
