When he held my hand for the first time, I felt warmth for the first time.
When he patted my head gently, I felt like my heart would burst from a sudden giddiness.
And we hadn't even told each other about our feelings.
I often felt lonely, numb, and sad all the times. Not that anyone sees it; they see me as someone who's too picky and high up in their self-made pedestal for me.
I wanted to say that I just didn't feel the connection. Didn't feel anything--and it's rich coming from me who feels numbness everyday.
Why would I settle myself with that?
I was convinced that I would be alone for the rest of my life. I was ready to grow old as a cat lady--until he came into my life, unexpectedly yet so gently.
Since then, my heart is full. Content. Happy. I now understand the word 'love'. I also now understand the way my favorite characters being in love. It is full of warmth and tenderness, feels real and yet unreal at the same time--but also the sureness of that person being The One or some shit like that.
He's like my sun. He gently wraps me in his warmth and comforts me when I'm feeling blue. He brings life again to me, who had given up too many times in the past, and just makes me feel alive.