Forever an option, but the priority

I wonder what it would be like to be the priority;

not to be the option, the back up forever available;

I would what it would be like to pick up the phone and be able to call that one person;

make plans and be always accompanied;

always have that one person make you his prerogative.

I wonder what it feels like to be grounded with the one.

I can only imagine the delicious and satiated feeling this must be.