If I was a horse, I would be the kind of horse who waits patiently for that one rider.
The only one who can handle me.
One with a gentle but firm hand, who will love me and teach me.
I might fight him a little, just so he would know I am a prize he should value.
But in the end, I would give my life for him, go where he told me and do as he asked.
And when that one rider one day stops coming - I will lay down and die.
For there is only room for one person in my stubborn heart.
Without him, life has no meaning, no purpose.
Without him, there is no reason to be.