the fuzz on his head; so soft, so dark. his small brown eyes; so beautiful, so innocent. his undersized hands; so strong, so lovely. he has no idea of the world he just left; so peaceful, so safe. nor does he have an idea of the world he just entered; so evil, so cruel. oh, how i wish i could protect this boy, so small and quiet. and how i wish to keep him from mistakes, so foolish, so dumb. i cannot. how could i? how could he learn, no. i must hold myself back; let this boy fall. but oh, this boy, the highest rank of fragility. no, no, control. don't you dare interrupt.

they say you know no love until you meet this boy. it is true now, my darling; i have learned what it is to love because i have met this boy