I sit on a bench, the rust-colored wood cold against my gluts. I sit and think. There no one who even remotely understands me, but him. He might say he doesn’t care, he might say that he doesn’t give pity or mercy, he might say that he’s a bad ass who can pop domes like no tomorrow. But you know him. I smile, my heart beginning to warm against Winter’s breath. You might have your fits whenever humanity is ignorant enough not to understand what you’re about. You might not like the thought of innocence corrupted. You might give your life for a child in need, or you might give your arms or shoulder for whoever needs comfort or compassion. But,  you know, that what you have is unconditional. You know that, no matter what, you accept every single bit of him.Good, bad, sick, silly, cruel, sincere. Because you know deep inside that you’re just another version of the same thing.Good, bad, sick, silly, cruel, sincere. This is unconditional. The most relative, raw form. You don’t need anger management, you just want to be held and kissed. You’ll let things get to you because you don’t tolerate being humiliated. Everyone has their goods and bad. You just like to hide your bad, and express your goods. Looking at your ring finger, you grin as your heart fills to it’s peak. You love him unconditionally. You love his smile, his laugh, his humour, his aspect of family, his passion,  his commitment, his sense of hard work.He’s one of the few aspects of your life that keeps you positive. You’ll do anything to make him laugh, to make his eyes glow with inner happiness. Anything to keep him warm, whole, sane, and comforted, in this cold world we were birthed into. To you, this isn’t being tied down. To you, this is a partnership, an affair, a life-long cuddling session.