"Foolish boy,"
the dragon growled angrily
and breathed fire at me,
my vermilion eyes wide
and full of fear.
I saw a figure jump out
in front of me, blocking
the flames of death, and
only a little fire reached
me, forever scarring
my left arm.
"Father!! No!!" I shouted
in agony when I saw
who died in my place.
Someone died
for loving
me...
Nine long years later,
at the age of twenty-four
I still considered
love a weakness.
That was, until I met
you.
Never before had
my strength been so matched,
my pride been so bruised,
my ideals so shattered,
as the day I met you.
Savior of the people
and the Embodiment
of Destruction
wrapped up in a
kind
wise
understanding
slightly pale boy
with unearthly
blue hair.
Rivalry evolved into
acceptance.
Acceptance turned into
friendship.
Friendship grew into
a four-letter word
that I can't
yet say.
That's all right, though.
I know you understand.
My cold, distrustful nature
melted away
in your warm embrace.
Feelings of hopelessness
and regret fade
into nothingness
at the most trivial,
yet pleasing,
domesticated bickering.
You know about
my nightmares,
and cradle me
as I try to stop crying,
and eventually fall asleep
in you arms.
Imperfections are empathized with
and accepted,
rather than overlooked.
Never has anyone
understood me so much.
Never has anyone
mattered so much.
Never has anyone
made me love so much.
Thank you,
Fayt.