Well I do like a few things in the essay. I really like the idea of being taken care of. Someone who's always above me. But I think... Probably what I liked most in the essay, when thinking about you specifically. I want to learn about your needs and wants. I want to cater to you. Not just physically, but mentally too. I want to make myself be for you. Even if I'm doing something I don't like, it's for you. And as long as it's making you happy in some way, it makes me happy too.
What I don't like, though, is not being appreciated. When I do something good, I like to be told so. Hearing nothing is almost as bad as being punished. It tells me one of two things. Either I didn't do something good enough to be noticed, or what I did didn't matter. And I don't like either of things. Even if it's not meant that way. Being neglected hurts. But you don't do that. You've never not praised me when I do something good and that makes me happy. And I hope you always do.
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