He Is My Morphine

He's not perfect but...
I love when he plays with my hair, when he kiss me and touch me
I love when he holds my hands like he scared for losing me
I love when he holds me tight and let me sleep in his chest
I love the way he hugs me when I'm crying and swept away my tears
He cares a lot about me
He chase after me if I was run away when we were fighting
He's not selfish at all

He knows what I like, what I want, and what I mean although I don't understand what he likes, what he wants, and what he means at all

If I'm angry, he let me hit him as much as I wanted and after I stopped, he didn't angry, he just pulled me into his chest and hug me

Sometimes when I feel terrified with myself and I thought that no one could understand, I'm so surprised that he could understand and he support me so I can fly again

We share so much thing together. We share laugh, tears, and pain together.
But I know that we can't be together. One day, he will go away from my life to find his true love. And I know his true love is not me, not me at all
That girl must be so lucky to have him as her soulmate and I will be a single parent. That would be great I think, lol...

All I know that he is my morphine and I'm thank God for letting him be a part of my life.