Him.

I might be having a miserable day, I might be crying my heart out to myself praying for everything to be alright, family issues might be making me want to just run far away from everyone but even then, just one text, just one minute of conversation with him and I feel like I'm wrapped in a comforting embrace. There comes a feeling of inner contentment that slowly flutters right through my soul acting as an ointment to make me feel better. That's what he does to me. He heals me, unaware that I'm hurt...like slowly gathering the broken pieces of my heart and mending them to be one again. And no, the sadness doesn't end, the reality doesn't change, but somehow I become okay with it all, with a new hope that the happiness I pray for will come along in the future, with him.