wow, who remembers this?
i wouldn't expect much if i were you but you know what they say about the third time being the charm.
the end
A wise woman once told me that the most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.
When I asked her what she meant, she only smiled and pushed my hair out of my face, pressing her lips to my forehead. In a whisper, she told me that no matter how much I love Batman and how much he loves me back, he won't always be around to save the day.
Meaning: you'll be on your own one day, kid, so best be your own most powerful weapon.
She told me that I would understand when I was older.
Then she kissed me on the forehead and tucked me in, making sure to turn off the lights upon leaving my bedroom.
I never slept soundly again.
Now, ten years later and a hell of a lot smarter, I know what she means. With his arm draped over my hip and his breath soft on the nape of my neck, I wish I didn't. The past few weeks have been one mother of a ride and my insides hurt with his love, our love. I can't breathe with his body pressed against the back of mine and when I try to roll out of his grip, his hold on me tightens to a point where I start to feel claustrophobic. I feel his lips move to the back of my neck, and I feel like crying with the lethal amount of self-loathing in my stomach.
If this is what love is, then no thank you.