He is caring for me like I'm one of the small feathers that needed 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 slut or other names that I can't even imagine in my dream. I don't know why they hate 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 colourful 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 colourful flowers blossomed in my garden, making my life worth living.
I don't know how I would survive without him. In my world, he and I are only allowed to live. No one was allowed to enter.