Lost souls

When i feel so weak, I run to him so helpless like a child. He holds me close like he always does. These moment force my fears away and feeling weak turns to be the sweetest feeling because it brings us close. He doesn't speak much but his eyes say it all. They hug me and tell me things will be okay. The sun knocks our door, takes the light and fades away and the moon settels in the middle of the sky looking at us from the only window in the room. And my fears just fade away and the light is seen stronger. Sometimes, i wish i've been stronger and not relay on him that much. But then i feel blessed for my weakness strengthes our love.