Another 16

This 16 is about the very first hug and happiness.
About the sweet in all of my sadness.
About the cure for my sickness.
But also become my number one weakness.

That was so fast.
How his hand reached my back, and pull me into his embrace, pleasantly.
Showing me love to calm me down while I'm trying to be strong.
He successfully broke my walls down that day.

I fall. Again.
In the middle of my attempt to get up.
From his genuinely strong gravity.
I really hate myself for feeling this way.