Him

He doesn't just live life, he understands it. Every little thing that most people ignore, he notices. The pattern of rain on glass, the faint tremble in someone's voice, the sadness behind a smile, he catches it all without trying.

He sees the world differently. Not as something to control but something to understand. He doesn't fight chaos; he observes it until it makes sense. His calmness is addictive. I crave it like I crave air, like I crave warmth when I'm freezing.

When he talks, it's like time slows down. He doesn't rush sentences, he builds them, piece by piece, until they reach exactly where they're meant to. Every word feels like a truth you forgot you already knew.

He's playful, mischievous yet composed. He heals without trying, notices without boasting, teaches without words. His essence is light, not showy, not demanding, just present.

He doesn't belong to me but I belong to him. Yet every interaction, every fleeting glance, makes me feel tethered to him in a way I can't describe. He makes the ordinary sacred. And somehow, he makes me better, calmer, softer and more aware.

He's not just someone I love — he's someone I worship in love.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***