A breathe of fresh air.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
The candles kept in the drawers in case there isn't electricity.
The bolster who knew how weak you could be at night.
The blanket who keeps you warm and safe.
The torch who shines your path as you are navigating through the dark.
The answer.
The reason why you can walk among crowds and not feel attracted to anyone because you are spoken for.
A soulmate.
The birthday candles that re-lights no matter how many times you blow it out.
The voice your ears stretch to listen to.
The scent that reminds you of him.
The words that you couldn't say.
The lies that you no longer need to say.
The tears that fall from the other eye for the first time this time.
The known.
The rock.
The waves that keeps kissing the shore no matter how many times it was sent back.
The answer to all your prayers.
The reason you feel happier.
The point b.
The one who paints you at the back of his hand.
The one who carry you and his heart on his sleeve.
The one who says yes before you could ask him anything.
The one you can put your armor down and surrender.
The peacekeeper.
The one who had crossed oceans.
The one who needs to fly.
The one who knows you best.
The one who holds your hand.
The one who knows this isn't luck. This is a gift.
The one who is a cynic, an idealist and a risk taker.
The one who traces your veins, follow the flow of your blood and life and stays with you no matter what.
The one who dances to your unique rhythm.
The one who speaks in a language you both know.
The one who calls you at 3am.
The one who cried.
The one, the one you can give your heart to while holding his in your hand and no longer hold anything else in the world because there is nothing else more precious or valuable than what you are holding on to.
The one who would never let go no matter how you beg him to, not because he is selfish or committed, but because he couldn't help himself.

A mutual addiction, reliance and entity.