Life can be horrible. It can screw you over and over, tare you down, take your will to live and still come back for more.
I've been so used to it being this way that it became hard for me to see the good in the world. Sunshine after the storm became a myth and I accepted that life is just going to be this way.
But even though it kept on knocking me down I knew it couldn't stay like this forever and so I waited.
I waited for what felt like a miracle by now, to come along and make me see the beauty in the world again, to make me hopeful for the future and to make me happy to be here alive again.
That little miracle which I thought was impossible came.
It did come in a form of a human bean but it came to me.
Against all odds, against all the doubt in the world, that little handsome devil is the love of my life and there is no other way I can put it.
Never did I feel like this, like me around another human being, not even family. And soon enough he will be my family, though he feels like it already.
The person you are when you're alone with no distractions and no outside influences, the pure and real you. To be able to be that around another person is an almost impossible thing to do, but somehow I've done it.
I've gotten so luck to have found him when I did.
Looking forward to an interesting future cause no day is dull with him around.
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