I am an emotional wreck; I can never speak for them and have never known how to deal with them. My mouth and my heart and mind never are on the same page so when it comes to deal with them I shut myself in. And since there is no market for my emotions but I have literally wanted to sell them he has always been the special buyer. He has always been the special one in my good and the bad, in heaven and in hell.
There were times when I would ramble on and on and he would listen to them all. Sometimes I would literally crush him in my arms and he’d bear that with a pleasant smile, and some other times he would ignore even my ignorance towards him. I would sleep against him, on him, with him and why not, he has always known how to deal with me. He knew when I needed him and when I needed some space, he was the only one who wouldn’t complain.
He is the special one for me and will always be, my lovely Noir,
And he is certainly not my boyfriend, as a matter of fact he isn’t even a human being :-p