Honeybun & I have so many differences
I'm barefoot when I can get away with it - as soon as I get to my car my shoes are off instantly. I'm barefoot unless freezing or on rocky terrain. Honeybun loves his steel-toed work-boots so much he even passes out with them on sometimes, and I take them off for him in his sleep.
Honeybun is grounded in reality, has incredible survival skills, and learns by watching/doing. My head is always in a cloud and mostly positive. I would probably be one of the first to die in the apocalypse unless Honeybun saves me, and I love books.
Honeybun has limitless energy - he is much stronger than his slim frame insinuates, and his agility is amazing. He can climb trees and walls in the blink of an eye and is a natural acrobat. I'm out of breath after one flight of stairs and have the coordination of a drunk gazelle on roller-skates.
I have limitless hope and faith. I pout momentarily, then stand back up or ask for help. Honeybun sinks deep into depression and has trouble asking for help getting out.
He holds me together, and I hold him up. We're stronger together and balance each other.