I love him. Hearing his laughter makes my heart melt. Seeing him smile is something i look forward to. Any attention I get from him makes my heart race. When he is sad, I am sad. I couldnt bare the thought of him getting hurt. If something happened and a tear fell from his eye I would rush to hold him and tell him it is okay. If he is hungry I am the one he comes to. If he has a headache, I am the one he asks for medecine. If he is uncomfortable, I am the one who fluffs his pillows. If he has had a hard day, I am the one he talks to. If he is upset, my arms are the ones he crys in. Because I am his, I take care of him.
I am his love.
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Because I Am His
Non-FictionI gave myself to him. I am his. He owns my body, my mind, my heart, and my soul. Because I am his, there are rules.
