once upon a time

I once met a man who used to wake me up with peppered kisses, who stood in between the sunshine filtering through the translucent curtains( those white curtains in our house),and my sleeping body.
I once met a man who drew alphabets on my back with the tip of his finger and spelled out words
that I truly wished were inked there as long as we lived.
I once met a man who messed the kitchen every Sunday while trying to cook breakfast for me.Someone who never gave up on trying to make the perfect breakfast.
I once met a man who would always hold my hands when the scary parts of the movie was coming up next.
I once met a man who would deliberately lose in all those pillow fights.
I once met a man who held my my hand every time I had to cross a road.(all the roads I've crossed in my life)
I once met a man who used to call back me after hour long conversations
just to remind me that he loved me.
I once met a man who began his day with my daily soaps no matter how much he wanted to watch the news.
I once met a man whose silence was much more than love.
I once met a man who understood my silence when I pretended I was the happiest.
I once met who  never made any line.
I once met a line who never crossed any line.
I once met a man who never thought I could get hurt too.
I once met a man who stopped caring when he had his own friends.
I once met a man who never tried to find out why did I go wrong.
I once met a man who once called me his world.
I now know a man the only thing he doesn't want in his world is ME.