I’m not sure what it is about him, but its something that just keeps pulling me in. No matter how much he hurts me, breaks my heart or no matter how much I wanna leave him alone, I cant. I don’t know whether its stupidity or love but I can say that I am in love with him. I have been since I was 13 years old. I know for a fact he’s the man I’m gonna marry because I cannot see myself being with anyone else. No one could ever treat him nor take care of him the way I did. I built him into a better person — kept him outta trouble, made sure he maintained good grades and spoiled him with material things, consistency and loyalty. He truly was my bestfriend, the male version of me so to know him is to know me and to know me is to know him because I am so many pieces of him and he’s such a huge portion of me. We are a reflection of each other and together or not, he will always be my baby, and I will always be his wifey. Imma hold him down, while he holds me up because together we are a team and imma hold it down for me and mines.