Warren, your boyfriend has always had a fascination with bikes and you loved that about him. You always thought he was so handsome on his bike, even with his helmet on you've never seen someone as handsome as handsome as him. You were always his backpack and he loved it just as much as you did. He loved you so much, you made him happy, always going with him for rides, complimenting him every passing moment everyday. He was so infatuated with you, it was as if you were a drug to him. A drug he couldn't stray away from and he loved it.

''Hey, Hon come cuddle with me. I've missed ya.'' Warren looked over at you, opening his arms for you as you walked over to him and began cuddling him. He always made you feel safe and cared for. He was so protective of you and you liked that. You liked how you were just his and he was yours. You loved him and loved how much he loved his bike too, it was as if he was made specially for you, just for your touch, your embrace, your love. He loved with all of of his heart. He was your one and only.