Three months and it feels like half a year for me.
Sometimes I still want to go back to that very first day, rewind it all.
That day, I knew what was going to happen.
I have known since the night before and I never thought that it would be possible.
I couldn't even imagine it that time.
Me being with him?
Sleeping with him?
That would be a very awkward situation.

And indeed it was awkward.
It happened, what I've foreseen.
I couldn't help myself.
That soul of his.
I couldn't help myself but to reach out for him.
Touch him.
Embrace him.
Kiss him.
Hold him tight and say that everything is going to be alright.

But isn't it ironic?
This wretched soul trying to safe a broken soul.
We both are carrying a heavy baggage on our back.
We both are broken souls trying to find our pieces in this world.
We both have scars carved deep inside our heart.
We both are two lonely souls trying to survive this world together.


"And I swear I will protect you
I will never do anything that will hurt you."