There he sits, watching me, protecting me, and saving me night after night.

He scares off the shadows of my dark imagination, and he brings me back to life from my nightmares.

And there he sits with his squash colored eyes, making sure I am safe from the world.

I don't know why he acts this way, when long ago I tried to drown him, so long ago it was though.

I shed my salty tears in front of him, and I yell at him with rage to leave.

Because he was never mine, we despised one another, and he belongs to her.

But now she's gone, and flown away.

I thank her everyday for she is the reason this muffled looking animal still lives, and he is one of the many reasons why I still live today.

He is my brave, and overprotective savior.

Thank you, Primrose for our Buttercup.