i am his

Saying the words or hearing the words of a thing again and again is one way to learn it, to carve it into your mind.  But that doesn't necessarily bring understanding, or belief.  Being immersed in the reality of a thing until the nature of that reality dawns on you is another way to learn a thing, and to see all of it's meanings, and to know that it is. 

I am his.  I always have been.  He has always been mine.  We are each wired that way.  It's boring and maybe not very modern, but it is who we are. 

I am his - now, no differently than i was before, in actuality; but in understanding, worlds differently.

I am his, though he doesn't say those words, or the others that would lay his claim.  To say the words would be easy for him.  I thought the words were the key, the step i was waiting for.

I am his, and now i know this, in my mind, as a fact, and in my being, as a thing that just is.

I am his, just like i have wanted to be. 

I am his - to play with, to lean on, to take pride in, to shape and mold, to take refuge in, to rail at the world through, to explore and push, to have, and to just be.