His mouth opened and it was then that I heard a sound. Sound does not seem the correct word. Yes, that was what it was, but it just wasn't. It was gentle yet powerful. It was rough but soft. It was heavy with meaning and light with it. It was angelically pure yet devilishly alluring. It was darkly seductive but achingly innocent. It was anything and everything. It was indescribable yet easily expressed. It was too much and never enough.
Sound does not seem a correct word. I realize now that it never will be, for it was not just sound that assaulted and clouded my senses. It was music, in its purest, truest form. It was music itself. He was music itself. His voice constantly contradicted itself with its polar opposites. I could not find the words to possibly describe the never ending depths of his heavenly melodies.
But maybe it wasn't heavenly. Maybe it was so compelling that it was sin. Like Eve, I was offered a forbidden apple. Like the fruit, his voice offered me knowledge that I have never dreamed of. I was being given the chance to witness his beauty in its truest form.
Beautiful. Yes that seemed the perfect word and yet it did not do him justice.
It was not enough, but then again nothing ever would be. He is the most beautiful thing to me.
Beautiful. Yes, that would do.
I can never forget his voice but soon it wasn't the voice I found the most haunting, but the man. Yet he was the exact same way. He could be brutally angry and incredibly kind. He possessed a certain seductive grace even with his innocent soul. He was constantly contradicting himself just like his voice. He was so indescribable, I did not even try to find the words. Not anymore. He was Erik. And yet that word was just fine.
Like Eve, I am now being offered a forbidden apple. Like the fruit, he is offering me knowledge. I am now being given the chance to witness his beauty in its truest form, the most beautiful form. The form in which he offers only to me and something I would only accept from him. He is offering the knowledge of love.
He extends his hand as if offering the forbidden fruit.
I no longer fear the apple and its consequences. I did once but not now. It is worth it. He is worth it.
He is worth anything and everything.
Patiently his hand remains extended. I do not hesitate. I slip mine into his.
He pulls me along, into his dark world. It is so beautiful here. With him everything is beautiful, because it is him.
And I realize then.
Never has a fruit tasted so sweet.
