How are you, me?


If I were to use one word to describe you, it would be comfortable.

You were my handkerchief everytime I cried, my blanket when it's cold, my shoulder to lean on, my alarm clock, my pillow, my happy pill— my favorite person.

I just knew that when I'm with you, I don't really need to be conscious because you would never judge me. You acknowledged me with all my achievements, understood me from all my unreasonable behaviors and accepted me with all my flaws.

In you I found comfort. You were my home, my world and my universe. You were the one who loved me when I felt unloved. You were the one who chose me when everyone rejected me. You were always there for me and I deeply hoped that it would stay that way forever.


Edited: 20.11.2020

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