I always wanted and welcomed his clinginess, his possessive behaviour towards me because I liked it so much. I was so happy that he was only possessive for me.
I liked it when he kept me all for himself. I was happy because there was only me who he wanted to keep only for himself.
I liked it when he talked only with me. I was happy that he only talked with me.
I liked it whenever he told me everything about him. I was happy that he shares everything only with me.
I liked it when he cried on my shoulders for things which he didn't like. I was happy that only I was the only one who could make him do what he doesn't like.
I liked it when he always looked at me as his only solace. I was happy being his solace.
It was me who always liked him since the start but never accepted the fact til
