I used to be spoiled.
My boy cooked for me.
He made beverages for me.
He dropped and picked me up wherever I wanted to go.
He made my bed.
He listened to my stories.
He kept me close as long as possible.
But now the loving has changed.
Though it doesn’t mean that we love each other less than before.
We keep craving for each other as always.
We care for each other as usual.
It’s just getting easier to show our affection without having to be side by side.
For me, it’s a sign of us being more and more mature.
I’m no longer asking him to be around every single time.
He doesn’t need to keep an eye of me over everything. And neither do I.
I know he is mine. He know I am his. As simple as that.
Yet, on the days of me feeling fragile, I’ll have him by my side. And he doesn’t mind.