A very purple picture. Anyway, always thought that it would be amaze to hold hands with the big ol’ monster that lived under the bed. — Initially, you didn’t believe that he even existed, which isn’t the best way to start a relationship. He actually followed you through multiple moves during a hard time in your early “on your own” years. He did little things for you to help you so you’d be a little less stressed in the mornings. Coffee being made for you (in the mug, just the way you like it), clothes laid out for you, other simple but important stuff. You finally got the courage up one night to lie awake and wait for your mysterious helper to appear, and you ended up scaring him half to death. Any fear you might have had lingering before then evaporated upon his mad scramble for the closet upon seeing your eyes being open. It took a bit for him to come out and talk with you, but… It’s been wonderful having him around. He’s always there when you need him, and he takes care of you like nobody ever has before. And every night you fall asleep and wake up holding his hand over the edge of the bed. You’ve asked him if he’d like to sleep in the bed with you, but he insists that he likes it under there. I guess it’s just as well; he’s way too big to fit.
