Him.
"Him" could be anyone.
"Him" could be God, the band, the cute guy who sits next to you in chemistry, or just a word on a sheet of paper.
For me, "Him" isn't any of those.
"Him" is the one who lives almost an hour away but when I talk to him I couldn't feel any more close.
He is the one who makes me feel special.
He is the one who loves me with all his heart.
Because of him, my insecurities are starting to go away.
He would do anything for me just like I would do anything for him.
We support each other, love each other, and hope.
Hope for what?
Everything.
We hope that the disapproval will go away, that we will meet again, that the future we planned together will be a reality, and that we can win the battle against the two things that could tear us apart...distance and my family.
Him.
Who is "Him"?
Not God, not the band, or the cute guy in chemistry.
"Him" is the one I'm willing to fight for and love forever.
He is the prince who would rescue me, his fair maiden, from the highest room of the tallest tower.
He is my over-exaggerated, teenage love that everyone in this generation seems to constantly be getting.
But the best thing about him is that he is mine.