My why.

When I was younger, I had hell at home, abusive mother, oblivious father, and I shut down completely, I didn't feel pain, rarely felt joy I was a bundle of rage and hate and fear. I had gotten so used to this that i forgot what love and happiness felt like. My why came into my life when I saw him sitting alone, I went to see if he was okay and I could see in his eyes he was broken like me. We started talking, about small things, interest we shared, people we both hated, and at some point he brought my joy back, I started smiling more, I was less angry, I started eating the way I need to again, laughing, living as much as I could at this time.. He made me feel human, he gave me feelings of safety, He is the reason I am still here, breathing. He gave me love, he gave me joy. Things haven't always been smooth with us, but we've always come back to each other. I know this is a cliche story but, I love him, he is my why even today, seeing his smile, hearing his problems, helping him heal as hes helping me, its my reason to keep trying, its my smile, its my sky full of stars, its my life.