The Reasons

Sometimes the air in my lungs run out, like someone on their deathbed. When I wonder “ What's the point?” she gives me a reason. When all of the trees stay still and the wind stops blowing she appears. They say that the ones who stay are the ones you shouldn't let go of. Because of her I believe that. The world today can be so cold. So lonely. Yet she holds me and I'm warm. To have someone to love is like having all of the money in the world. You don't need anything else. There's no need to worry about what tomorrow will bring when she's with me, there's no point. The reason I breath is to see her. The reason I live is to be next to her. The reason I survive is to love her. She who sees me. She who loves me. She who knows me.