He is caring me like I'm one of the small feathers that need to care often or else It would break. He acts like my life guardian, not in my entire life, my parents showed me these kinds of love.
Sometimes, they called me s**t or other names that I can't even imagine in my dream. I don't know why they are hating me this much.
Most of the weekend I spend my time with him in his apartment. He makes me forget my world and drags me into his colorful world.
I have boundaries in my world but he has no limit. He taught me how to live and made me alive by his motivation.
Before he enters my life, I was like a zombie who has no spiritual life but after he came, my world has changed and colorful flowers blossomed in my garden, making my life worth living.
I don't know how would I survive without
