The moment I felt near to you, was the moment my heart would skip with joy.
The moment I could freely converse with you, was the moment a genuine smile would play on my lips.
There were so many moments that defined our relationship.
Every little moment struck me to the core.
Every little detail, every smile you passed on made my face light up in excitement, in glory, in happiness.
I was happy when I obeyed you.
It was as simple as that.
Many could not understand what went between us.
Some would say that I was merely confused.
Some would be envious of my closeness to you.
Many would congratulate my never-ending efforts- my parents, most of all.
They were extremely delighted to know that I was doing well along with you.
I used to love being in the center of it all.
No, no, not the attention.
The thrill, the excitement when I talked to you.
The words that escaped my mouth when I felt queasy and uncomfortable.
My flushed cheeks when you talked back.
I adored you, I admired you.
I'd do anything for you, and you knew it.
You knew it, and you never took advantage of it.
You tested me, now and then, and applauded my conscious efforts.
You were the friend I never had.
You were the master a servant always wanted.
You were the One that heeded us all.
And I loved it.
I loved it to the core.