You’re my weakness and my strength. 

Everytime you look at me, every time you tell me you love me and every time you touch me – you make me weak. You make me vulnerable. You’re my vulnerability. 

But then, you make me want to be a better person. You make me want to be better for myself and better for you. You trust me more than I trust myself and in this, you give me strength. 

I do not know if you’re  a blessing or a curse but I do know that no matter what you are, I need you and I’m grateful for your existence.