Compare and Contrast

Oh, Fin.
Without you, I'd be lying on a beach somewhere, letting a pool boy named Fernando rub baby oil into the crevices of my washboard abs.
Without you,  I'd be in school. Full time. In New York.
Without you, I'd spend my money on books, cars, clothes, fine dining, and movie tickets for every Friday's new release instead of on onesies, glycerin suppositories, and other butt accessories.
Without you, every day would be planned.
Without you, I'd be lost. I'd be searching desperately for something to fill a hole I didn't know I had.
Without you, I'd have zero respect for my body, for the magic it can produce, the pain it can endure, the situations it was created for.
Without you, I'd keep looking at myself in the mirror, instead of looking at you, like I do now.
Without you, I would have sanity, organization, clean nails, good skin, amazing breasts, a high tight ass, a well-rested mind, and absolutely no sense of humor whatsoever.
Without you, I would hate the color pink.
Wihtout you, I would think of lambs, bunnies, fishies, baby cows, and kitties and just roll my eyes.
Without you, I'd have no idea what real love feels like.
Without you, I wouldn't be me.