I've never imagined someone so strong, but so weak for me. It was like the flick of a switch. He was like a honey bee distancing itself from overdose. Like a puppy. He was the dependent and I was the depended on. So strong, yet so weak. His love for me was that of a beautiful miracle. Nothing short of anything, he is perfect in all ways. A perfectly symmetrical half-heart that intertwined with mine.
His eyes direct my mind like a traffic light, so addicting. The hold of his hand like fentanyl too me. The symbol of protection, the symbol of my home. My property. His property.
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