One look at him and I knew I would never ever be the same again. He stirred in me emotions so raw, it hurt to even tear away my thoughts. He evoked in me, a love so strong, a love that legends are made of. When I was with him, nothing else mattered at all—not even my husband. I simply did not care. I was delirious with joy, mad with happiness. If insanity was fire, I was happy to burn in it.
The early years with him were the most memorable. He changed me in ways I never thought possible. I juggled everything around his schedule, just so I could be with him, his every waking hour. I cooked, I cleaned and did all my mundane chores during the time he was occupied, so that anytime he beckoned I could rush to him. Heck, I even stayed at home, just so I could squeeze in those extra moments with him. I changed my entire life to suit his.
My husband learnt to slowly accept what he meant to me. He saw how happy it made me.
It has been fourteen years now and the relationship has evolved. He is sometimes my best friend, sometimes my worst critic. He has an opinion on anything I do. There are times when I am so frustrated that I yell at him and wish he would vanish.
But that is more easily said. He has far too much power over me.
You see, he is not just the person who changed me completely,he is also my son.
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