My beloved one just shared me one of his deepest, darkest secret. Something that would possibly make people turned away from him, as it has something to do with... A certain form of a sexual fetish.
I'm shocked, to be certain, though I have seen it coming. Yet as strange as it seems, I don't think I hate him for it. Or even scared of him. In fact, I think I can accept him just the way he is, with all his eccentricity and differences. And perhaps, that's why I love him at the first place