He Is The One...

‌There is a hidden room on the underside of my pillow. The room is dark and dusted with memories, lust, illusions, love, sex, delusions, orgasms, novels, poetries, music, tears, agony, smiles, regrets and romance. I locked it with all my determination, anger, ego, loneliness, self-respect, loud laughs, sarcasm, one night stands, cigars, vodka and almost with whatever made me appear strong. And I never turned my pillow upside down. I repeat, I never did that, not even once. Then one day, he came along. We had vodka and some spicy stories. He was there in my bed. But fate had some other plans. He turned back my pillow, broke the lock and cleansed all those dust with his love and lighted up the darkness with his soul. And then, he hugged, he hugged my pillow a little too tight. I made him tea in the middle of the night. This is how he became the one.