story seven

My heart has been broken once, and now have been recovered but not cured.

I know someone will come, not now, not tomorrow but someday.

he will change me, change my world, change me for the better and love me for who I am yesterday and to the me in the nearest future.

he will hold my hand in the dark, and be happy with me in the light.

he will be my comforter in my downs,  and my partner in my ups.

I will be his supporter as well, be his shoulder and ears. keep him warm in my hugs and kisses. be his world and someday his life.