The one thing in my life,
being not reserved to an object,
but an entity, a necessary thing,
that I truly love and can love me back,
it would have to be....
A remarkable and warm necessity.
How can someone love a dank and cold object anyway.
Compared to this, nothing can possibly matter more.
I've held this warmth many times and couldn't get enough.
The way I can wrap myself around and myself be wrapped.
This can not be short of anything but a blessing.
I find myself sometimes feeling that I am a failure...
A fraud, simple-minded, worthless, what could I ever amount to.
However, everyday I come home and find my special haven.
I place myself back into warmth and let everything melt.
So, this is also relief from my toughest critic.
I find peace in this.
To sum it up in two words: I couldn't.
Such a great and tender love,
such a loving return.
I love the incredible joy I get in that place,
next to her.
I would never trade my place beside her for anything,
nothing could compare.
She, my necessity, has wrapped her arms around me.
There'll be a time when I can stay in them forever.
For now... I will suffer the wait.
She is the true embodiment of love,
she is... The One Thing In My Life.