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Content.
Whenever I'm with her that is the most dominant emotion. Ever since I imprinted she is the center of my universe.
My hands are itching to touch her, feel her. The urge for mating and creating pups was overwhelming. I watched her savouring every contour of her face, her body. I touched her trying to engrave in my memory the feel of her skin underneath my fingertips.
I could hear another heart beating. Our baby. She was happy, so I was too.
My body was burning for her and I could recognise it for what it was.
False emotions. False happines. False love.
False life.
I couldn't be with whom I want. Imprinting made sure of that. I was a doting, loving husband who wanted to hate his wife but couldn't. Imprinting made sure of that too.
She didn't have a clue.
She never will.
Content.
But underneath the imprint, I was anything but.
Depressing? Yeah, I know.