He would hold my hand

He would pick me up and help me stand

He’d laugh at me and with me

Do special things happily 

He’d eat the chocolate then tease me

I’d act as if maf then tickle him silly

He’s my friend, my confidant 

My love for him is whole and extravagant 

I know he feels the same

And for him, this is no game

But there is no use, no point of being proud and standing tall

Because at the end of the day he is made up in my mind, that is all

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