My Hall Hero

I love beaRbeAr *pronounced together with an intentionally compressed, act-cute voice* .
Bearbear has never ever failed to be there for me whenever i feel down or demoralised by my work. He never complains whenever he sits facing the door, saying "hi" to everybody who walks past my room on my behalf. He records down the faces of these people, and the few who matters so much to me. Looking at him and just calling out his name comforts me in the midst of inner turmoil. He doesn't cry or frown whenever someone abuses him by slamming him on the floor, he willing lets me treat him with violence, position him in an obscene pose, whatever that makes me happy. He is my love. He loves me and i love him too. Dear Bearbear, everybody can leave me, but only u will stay by my side. He makes me feel safe because his open arms always makes me feel welcomed in his world. Haiz, this entry sounds extremely perverse, but bearbear, i will always love you, just like you love me. I have made people who matter to me happy today. I love making them happy simply because i love them. =)