My precious, sweet, lovely baby boy. My heart ached at the knowledge of what pain you must be suffering through—after all, I took it as my job to be your boyfriend; that meant taking care of you no matter what. Lately I had been doing everything for you: brushing your teeth twice a day, cooking a meal and feeding it to you while you sit in my lap, carrying you into the bath so I can wash your hair, and even dressing you up at night and the morning. It sounded like a lot, but to me it was just my duty as your lover. I would rush to the store at 3am if you were to ask me to get you your favorite drink. I knew you tended to go non-verbal whenever you got like this, so I was trying my hardest to talk as much as possible so you wouldn’t feel like you were forced to converse with me. I had currently just taken you out of the shower, gently sliding on your favorite pair of fluffy socks to your cold feet. I kiss my way up your legs, pulling an oversized hoodie of mine over your head so you could feel some sense of security. My puppy. My precious little pup. You were being so good for me that it was driving me insane. I was totally whipped for you, so utterly in love with you to the point it drove me mad. My chaos, my destruction, my wildfire…You were my happiness.

”Come on, baby. You got to stand up for me. I got to feed you dinner, love.”

I softly whisper, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your freshly shampooed hair.