Have I ever told you about him...he is not the love of my life; he is life personified. He is my joy, fulfilment and bliss. Every tear down my cheek and every word I utter. He is why I wake up in the morning and why I lie awake at night beside him to see him sleep. He is my every emotion, expression, action and reaction. He is the reason; the will. The journey to the destination. And the destination is him.

I do not love him; I live him. He is within me and also outside. He is the answer to my every prayer. It is for him I have waited all my life.

His every word has caressed me. Every touch made me alive. He has seduced me to surrender, but I am already lost in him. A belief keeps me going. And he is the belief. The faith that I exist. He can undo every wrong. Can bring me back from death.

It is him I believe in. It is him I worship. I have never cursed anyone more than him, because he is me. He belongs to me and I am his to claim. Nothing exists apart from him. Everything else is misery. His arms is where I want to be; hiding, secure, away, aloof from the world. In his arms I find meaning. In him I have discovered myself.

I want to walk with him. When he leaves my hand, I stand motionless and dead, right there, waiting for him to come to me again, hold me to him again, teach me to walk again. And as we walk, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. He will take me to where we belong and we will dwell there forever, just him and me; till eternity.