I am in love with him. Desperately at times. Madly. Completely, I can feel my body melt and give at every touch. His breath on my skin sets me on fire.
And the way he looks at me… It’s as if not a single person in this world has ever actually seen me before. Like I have only seen shadows and distorted fun-house reflections mirrored off of other’s eyes. But his eyes are the truth.
And they swallow me up. And I forget my name. I forget the stories of who I used to be and who I thought I had to be after everything got smashed to pieces.
All I see now is the raw, wild, writhing thing. This eternal being pressing up against the edges of her skin. A girl who dove into darkness. A girl who fought her way to the surface. Who is harder now, but finding her softness in his hands.
He has taken my broken, ugly pieces and examined each one. Turning them in his hands until, slowly, the edges lost their sharpness. He has patched my cracks with gold.
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