Million Dollar Man

"What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce."
- Mark Twain

He said I was the most exotic flower. The one who would hold him, in our final hour.

Klaus Mikaelson, The personification of Money, Power and Glory, was my fiancée. A self-made millionaire, with a charismatic, magnetic and electric spirit.

With his words and absorbing appearance, he had the world. But, at what price?. His dark and tenebrous side was the responsible for it.
It was something so strange. So hard to define.

He was behind the crime. Owner of illegality. A man who controlled everything he touched.
His words were instructions and his voice was authority itself, followed with precaution and respect.
I don't know how he convinced them and got them. I don't know how he did it. It was unbelievable.
When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man, who couldn't contain himself.

I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way I understood him.

Everyone told me in was out of my mind. Demented, that I was marrying the unloyal and terrifying gangster. But how could you get over with someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as him?

My man was perfect, but nobody saw it. My man was kind, but nobody understood it. My man was electric, but nobody felt him.

He was just a forsaken and blue soul, which needed to be fixed.

And as the years went by, i realized that I was exactly like him. A lonely soul, looking for love in all the wrong places. Too stupid and blind to realize, that the love of my life had always been by my side.

In the end, our relationship wasn't toxic or mental, as the outsiders said. The critics and their opinions where empty and lost. It was the complete opposite.

- "One for the money! And two for the show!"
- " i love you honey. I'm ready to go. If you are going crazy, just grab me and take me. I will follow you anywhere... Anywhere"

Klaus laughed with the provocative and desirable sounds, that he always used. He understood me and knew me, so well, that if other words where said, would be in vain.

- "How did you get this way, darling?"

- " I don't know."- I lied using a nice and lovely tone.

Of course i knew it. He was screwed up and brilliant, as myself. And i loved him.

I loved him. I loved him. I loved him.