My one true love,
They say you aren’t real. You didn’t exist.
I did believe them. Once. Or twice.
When I saw my parents’ marriage were collapse once but survived.
When I see my brother’s toxic relationship but also survived to the marriage, yet.
When I got my heart broken when I tried to believe in true love.
Then, I met you.
It didn’t need to tried to be someone else, or hiding our true self.
It just happened.
Until now, our chemistry was so close that when you got sick, I also got sick.
The way we walk, how our body language react the same.
It always amazed me.
I always think that I can survived living alone,
But now, without you with me,
it just feels so wrong.