Our room, I mean. He told me, I remember, that whatever he owns, I own it too. And that I also own him. I don't want him to refer it that way actually. I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him.
Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.
