For once in my life I feel contented. I don't have money, the friends that I trust are less than my fingers in one hand, and I am afraid to go out of my room because of indifferent parents and a manipulative-bullying brother. But I feel contented because I have him. He thought I was beautiful when no one esle did - not even myself. He thinks I am smart when I couldn't even talk properly, make gramatical errors or can't concentrate that well that I forget what I was saying in the first place. He listens when no one else would, when everyone else judges me before I even finish my sentence. He loves me unconditionally when I keep pushing him away knowing I am broken inside and could never be enough for him. But he thinks I am enough. Enough to be loved, to protect, to believe and to know I am human; not trash, not invisible, not ugly, and not crazy. I might be a dot in this world but that is enough for me.
~n.g.i.
