Baby, my knight in shining armour.
Baby, my Prozac.
Baby, my comfort.
Baby, my worry.
Baby, my pain.
Baby, my love.
Thank you for always being there for me. I apologise for always failing to see.
Thank you for loving me this way.
Thank you for always being the one to save the damsel in distress.
Thank you for being the one who'd take care of me no matter what, no matter when, no matter how.
Thank you for being my stanchion, my pillar of strength.
I love you, baby.
Really do. Always have, always will.
Cookies and cream, Regi @1:37 AM