“I can not fight her ; I can not even yell at her. I will fight people twice my size ,but her whose half... I just can not. When I see those dark green eyes feeling sad or scare that she went too far and I am going to be upset with her. I become pudgy in her hands. When she anger and hits me for messing up or being a moron, I will never get mad like I would with anyone else . I hold her tight and ask whats wrong and stroke her hair until she talks. FOR I will never be able to fight her let it be verbal or be emotion. She so prefect in my eyes ; I will always try to make sure she become well so she stays prefect. For she mine and I am her even if she does not realize this effect she has on me.”
