he’s mine, im his, and that’s all i could ever ask for. nobody else can understand how we work because it’s strictly between me and him. we may not see each other every day or talk every minute, but i know that we both know we have each other at the end of that day. he’s the only one that tolerates every single thing i do. after all the slapping, licking, hitting, biting, playing, to no extent, he still loves me. he still laughs and smiles at my harsh jokes. he makes me happy and that’s all i need.

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