love is kind when the world is cold

I borrowed this feeling from a stranger i met on one chilly afternoon in December. With his open arm he said, “here, i hope you can feel how love can come in a form of a warm hand to hold and a pair of arms you can run into,” to change how i perceive love; a burning flame that would only burn everything they touch to ashes.

Under his calloused hands, he erodes all my sharp edges as they could hurt not only me but also The One who will take his place once he finished his duty.

He made a home out of everything he has at that time, it was not much, but he gave all the warmth he had and it was more than enough.

He said: Afterwards, it will be a cold and lonely fight, but you’re always welcome home. Here, bring a piece of me along with you so you would always know where to come home. You can rely on me as much as you needed to. You will know where to find me.

But darling, do i even deserving any of this? Will i ever be — feel enough?