he loves me.

he spoke those three words
and he meant it.

i lay next to him
as his fingers run through my hair.

the light shining through the blinds

bright as my soul

silence

a comfortable silence lingers in the air.

words are no longer needed

i am content with the silence

with the love

with the atmosphere of this innocent pleasure

i am complete

he makes me complete

i had touched death once before

maybe twice, maybe a couple thousand times

but now

i have finally touched life.

those who say that a person can't make you happy

those who say love is meaningless

those who say its impossible for a person to complete you, your life, your soul:

maybe thats true for them.

but for those who are gifted yet cursed with the overwhelming dominant emotion of love

those who are hopelessly love

those whose emotions are more superior over logic

it is possible.