And I've never needed someone so much. He's the first man I've ever loved and I knew he'd be the last. It hurt just looking at him. He'd hate it if I ever admitted it to anyone but him, but he was beautiful. To me, he was the most beautiful being I'd ever seen. He wasn't perfect. He was scarred in more ways than one but it just made him even more beautiful. A dark and beautiful thing. And I loved him. I want him with everything I had. I needed him. And he would never admit it to anyone but he needed me just as much.
At night, when he would crawl into my bed, and not say a word. He would wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close. He would bury his face in my neck and breathe as if it was the only fresh air he'd gotten all day. And I would hold onto him. As if it was the first solid ground my feet had found in hours. And we would stay still. Wrapped up in each other. The only anchors holding one another down. Keeping each other from losing ourselves. He was my savior. My dark angel. He was everything I needed and I knew I'd never loved anyone or anything like I loved him and it terrified me and I know it terrified him.
But it was the mess we made together. And we'd lie in our bed.
Together.
