My previous entry should be explained and then disregarded, for now at least. At the time it was posted, I was feeling very uncertain about the response Baboo would exert over my actions to prove to him that I am not beautiful. That sounds incredibly stupid, doesn’t it?
I think that my face is pretty, but that’s it. The rest of my body could use some serious improvements. I told Baboo this, but he refused to acknowledge that I am not this "dream come true," as he has referred to me as. So, I did something to show him just how imperfect I am.
The funny thing is that he loved it. My body is now fully and completely "etched in my [Baboo’s] mind," he said. He has no idea how elated I am at his response. I want so very much to please him, which in turn pleases me, and I really couldn’t bare the thought of being rejected by him.
This afternoon, I seriously thought that we would soon be over and it seriously made me feel depressed. I care about him to the point that I feel as if my heart is being wrung out with emotion whenever I think about him. He just makes me feel, and sometimes my emotions get more powerful than anything else in my body.
When I think of not having Baboo in my life, I feel as if my heart would break and leave me torn apart. So, there should be no wonder why I am completely exhilarated to know that he still wants me, still seeing me as his baby.
It is times like this that makes me realize just how much I love Baboo.
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