May be it started when I was a child, or my feelings anyway.
He protected and defended me when I was scared.
He comforted me when I was down.
He has become my other half as he is confident while I'm shy; I'm invisible, but people notice him.
He is my confidence boost, and he will bring attention to me when I needed it.
He makes me less invisible.
He holds me when I cry.
His kisses lift me up in a loving way.
He is my comfort as well as my savior.
I'm happy like this with him.
I love him in the way that a man loves his lover rather than the way the way a child loves his papa.
Je t'aime, Francis.