No matter what he does, no matter what he doesn’t do.
I know he’s mine. And he loves me more than anyone else ever could.
He watches out for me, takes care of me, and nurtures me when even I don’t need him.
Yeah, I do sense that sometimes he’s supporting someone else and doing more for someone else than he does for me. And nope, I still don’t hold it against him.
As long as he is with me, all’s well. Everything’s pardonable.
After all, he backs me whenever I do anything, and he forgives me a million times.
I owe it to him.
Our relation’s just like any other except for one fact.
We fight, we argue, we laugh, we talk, we abuse, we work together, we cry, we bitch and we appreciate... Just like others…
But we never let go.
I stick to him, and he stands by me all the friggin’ time.
Yeah, we have our share of tiffs where I divorce him every other week and ask him to keep off, calling him names and telling him he’s a no-good-sucker and I’m better off without him. That I do…