Every night I put you to bed, and every night I graciously wait for you to fall asleep so I can revel in the day that just passed. Every day that passes, you get older and older and soon you won't need me to protect you anymore; you won't be some weak little boy. You'll be all grown like me and you'll be able to defend yourself. Part of me doesn't want to accept this. I don't want to think of losing this. I don't want to imagine a day when you don't need me anymore. I'm selfish I know. You are literally the only person I care about and, if you leave, I'll have no one.
But as every other night, I lay in bed watching you sleep. And just like every other night, I run my hand through your long black hair and I smile. You would grow up, and you will one day not need me. But that won't be for a while and I can just cherish each individual day I have with you, because one day I wont won't have you to myself anymore.
