I'm happy to be with Clinton. The day passed that I was happy with him. He comes home early from work and brings me healthy food.

"Baby. I need to go." he chuckled.

I hugged him at the door and it was as if I didn't want to let him go because I wanted to like the smell of him.

"Thirty seconds." I even wish and he was laughing.

My face was buried in his chest and he sniffed the smell as he stroked my hair.

Every day he fills me with sweet words even at work he texts me what's what. I am contented with what I have. I...