Rucking Obsessed

MySongbird,
3,748 days. I know the number without looking it up.
Ten years, two months and six days since the first time I saw your face.
I track every aspect of your life like you’re my religion.
When I reveal myself, you’ll understand that I’ll never worship anyone else.
You were always meant to be mine, my little songbird.
But for now, I have to settle for keeping you safe.
Yours in every lifetime.