Warning: Unfortunately gravitation and it's charcters don't belong to me (someday they will )
The Truth
My heart aches. I'm in love with a man that has no heart. But is that really true? He yells at me, calls me names, kicks me out, and tells me he hates me. It's at those times I honestly think I'm wasting my time. How can I give someone my all when they could care less? Don't I deserve his love? His trust? His cold stares freeze me at my core and I think to myself maybe it's time I leave. Maybe it's time I end this charade I call a relationship. And when I finally feel I have the strength to do so, something inside makes me realize I'm wrong.
You see even though he appears to be a cold, uncaring man, he really isn't. That cold stare he gives me really hides the love I see in them. His harsh words mask his desire to whisper sweet nothings in my ear (which I hear him say while he thinks I sleep at night). For every time he kicks me out is an apology of sweet kisses, words of sorrow, and requests of forgiveness. I may be a brat, but I'm his brat (which he makes very for the whole world). He loves me in his own way even though it appears to be pure hatred. Sure my heart aches for him to outwardly show his love for me, but it also aches with the unconditional love I feel for him.