He made me selfish, greedy and extremely contented. I want to lock him in the Honeysuckle House for the rest of my life. I want to see him at the last moment when I go out, and I want to see him at the first moment when I come home. I don't want others to look at him or even say a word to him. I want him to think of me except me in his heart. I want him to think of me all the time. As long as he gives me a smile, a word, or even a look, I will be so happy that pink bubbles pop up.