The thing I love more than anything in this world is the thing most people are afraid of.
Almost everyone around me is afraid of it, afraid of her,
The feeling she can give them is the feeling of wanting to disappear off the face of the Earth, to wish you were never born, to wish that you never existed.
But not me,
She looks at me like I am the only person that matters,
She tells me that if I were never born or never existed the world would be a lifeless place, like the Earth without the sun.
She speaks to me in words I can't understand, telling me beautiful things that don't exist in English.
Then after telling me she would make love to me like nothing else mattered, not our problems, not our fears.
It would just be us and our love.
Person after person have asked me why,
Why her?
What do you see in her?
How stupid are you? to love someone like that?
To the first question my answer is always the same, although nobody understands it,
She is the night sky, my night sky.
Usually at this point they give me a strange look, like I said something in a different language to then cut me off with the next question, but in my head I always continue with my answer.
To most the night is a dark place, when the sun disappears and we are left in the darkness, a time where we sleep so we do not have to endure it, or what it contains.
But to me, the night is beautiful, because I know no matter how dark it gets all I would have to do is look up at the sky , knowing that the bright lights will always be there watching me, guiding me home.
Just like she watches me, protects me,
No matter how bad she gets, no matter how mean she can be,
All I see are her bright lights.
The way she makes sure no one hurts me, not emotionally, not physically.
The way she only shows me her soft side, how much she really cares.
But when I look at her I don't need to be guided home,
Because she is home.
When asked about what I see in her, I do not answer.
What I see in her can't be seen by other people,
It is like they are blind to the most beautiful thing in the whole world.
I feel like everyone else has their eyes downcast while I stare up at the beauty of the night sky.
When realizing that silence is my answer, the third question is asked,
but before anything else is said there is the night, standing between me and the words that could hurt me.
And there she is in front of me, her back towards me, her long dark hair flowing from her scalp to rest in perfect waves on her shoulder.
I can tell by the dark sound of her voice that she is making them feel that horrible way,
making them with that they never existed.
The voice that whispers nothing but love in my ears,
protecting me, shielding me,
using a tone that has never been directed my way.
She turns my way, her beautiful dark smoldering eyes locking with mine.
"Lets go home Britt." Her soft velvet voice purrs in my ear,
the smooth skin of her fingers interlocking with my own, a prefect fit.
But there is nowhere to go,
Because with her, I am home.