Counterpoint

I smile. He lies asleep his slips slightly protruding making him seem so vulnerable. I think to myself how blessed I am to have this person in my life.
He twitches in his slumber and I hope it isn’t something too disturbing that made him so. His tough exterior is nowhere to be seen as he hugs himself in the land of dreams.
I guess it is natural for me to feel protective of this person next to me. For I know him more than anyone else. I have seen him in his most helpless moments, when he becomes moody when he is hungry, or how grumpy his in the morning. He is like a little boy wanting someone to soothe him, hold him and just love him.
He told me that no one had ever fed him before I did. I felt so sad. It may not be a big thing but through a mother or father feeding you or hugging you or just making sure you are okay and asking what your day is was such a part of my daily life till the recent past. So how can a boy who has parents not have had any of these things? No hugs, no kisses, no ‘how was your day putha?’
And yet here he is, a strong, smart, capable boy who could have easily fallen prey to the negatives of society with no one really concerned of what happened to him. No thanks to those who would be there just when he achieves something (by himself) and show their face to get some fame. He was someone who needed some love.
And then there is a person like myself who has had everything and more. A person who was loved and cared for by many and was shown and taught right from wrong and made to know life with someone looking out for me. I was someone who had so much love in excess.
So isn’t it right for someone like me to be with someone like him? It’s like 2 halves finding the perfect other. Like the hand finding the perfect glove. Me being the motherly figure, who wants to love, care and give him the security of a family and for me to have found my soul mate even without trying to. I know that God made him for me and I for him.
I do hope everyone can feel as happy, content and loved as I am and find that counterpoint of you in this lifetime.