Him.

This is too large a responsibility
to be weighted down with,
to the point my hands shake and my lungs burn.
It isn't a task for the weak.
It's no longer about just me or just you.
He's taken over both our lives in more ways than one.

He's all that matters anymore.
He's our world.
It's hard, frustrating, and tiring.
It's perfect, irreplaceable, and worth it.
He looks like you.
He looks like me.

It's amazing to have someone
you wouldn't trade for immortality.
Heard a heartbeat; fell in love.
Felt a nudge; you were mine.