Dear my most prized possession,

You own me as much as I own you. I hope I never give you the sense of being used, of being objectified. I’d like to think that you’re more of an experience, an adventure, a feeling. I’d like to live every moment with you, your appearance, your traits, your output, the sole idea of you. You’re so beautiful, your image is forever imprinted in the maze of mirrors of my mind. Everywhere I turn, I see you. Or rather, I hope to see you the moment my vision takes in my surroundings, feeling your presence still when my eyes are closed. I need not to emphasize more the wonders that sprout from your existence alone. You know how much power you have over me, yet you fall to your knees at the slightest hint of struggle on my end. I feel worthy in your presence, like I’m all that matters in the whole universe. I wish to fulfill your every desire, to be all that you need. You’re the first to come to my mind in making a decision, with my every choice chosen to benefit you, and benefit us. I’m willing to sacrifice for you, be that my free will or my pride. You’re my fuel, my reason to try, my reward, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Love,

Your owner, and yours.