I already know what they say, so I can only assume what they think.
But I don't care.
Let them think what they will.
Every moment I spend with him makes this life worth living, even after all that happened but a short time ago.
...I thought he could never forgive me. I quickly realized I was wrong in that silent, fulfilling, dream-like moment afterward... I knew then that he may be the only who who *could* forgive me for the awful things I had done.
They also say I'm controlling him. Forcing him to be with me. Like I put him under some spell.
This idea is nothing less that false.
He stays because we compliment each other's differences, complete what's missing from each of our lives. Together we are whole, one unified being: a unity that I hope will never come to pass.
What they don't understand is that one singular feeling he sends racing through me with every embrace, every kiss, every touch of his skin. The sensation I feel when we're alone is uncomparable to anything.
I wonder, do all lovers feel the way I do when they're with their match?
I can't admit I expected to feel this way upon our first meeting. But, yes, I know I felt drawn to him that night under the stars. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the music...but perhaps it was more than that. Perhaps it was our souls calling to each other, yearning to be united for all eternity.
I suspect this feeling is true, for this could not have happened by mistake or chance.
It was fate.
And I thank fate for the feeling. I thank fate each time we're together sitting silently and gazing into the sky, and each time our bodies seek to be fused as one in the night.
I can only imagine he thinks the same every moment we're in each other's company. He also seems to care less about the opinions of those who think ill of our love. He doesn't care about the monster I've become, and has taken it upon himself to shield me from all harm...
My only fear is that one day this feeling will all be a memory, that one day I'll wake alone - awaken to find his warmth gone from my sheets - and have to learn to leave the past behind me.
I just hope that he doesn't leave me behind if that comes to pass.
But I don't care.
Let them think what they will.
Every moment I spend with him makes this life worth living, even after all that happened but a short time ago.
...I thought he could never forgive me. I quickly realized I was wrong in that silent, fulfilling, dream-like moment afterward... I knew then that he may be the only who who *could* forgive me for the awful things I had done.
They also say I'm controlling him. Forcing him to be with me. Like I put him under some spell.
This idea is nothing less that false.
He stays because we compliment each other's differences, complete what's missing from each of our lives. Together we are whole, one unified being: a unity that I hope will never come to pass.
What they don't understand is that one singular feeling he sends racing through me with every embrace, every kiss, every touch of his skin. The sensation I feel when we're alone is uncomparable to anything.
I wonder, do all lovers feel the way I do when they're with their match?
I can't admit I expected to feel this way upon our first meeting. But, yes, I know I felt drawn to him that night under the stars. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the music...but perhaps it was more than that. Perhaps it was our souls calling to each other, yearning to be united for all eternity.
I suspect this feeling is true, for this could not have happened by mistake or chance.
It was fate.
And I thank fate for the feeling. I thank fate each time we're together sitting silently and gazing into the sky, and each time our bodies seek to be fused as one in the night.
I can only imagine he thinks the same every moment we're in each other's company. He also seems to care less about the opinions of those who think ill of our love. He doesn't care about the monster I've become, and has taken it upon himself to shield me from all harm...
My only fear is that one day this feeling will all be a memory, that one day I'll wake alone - awaken to find his warmth gone from my sheets - and have to learn to leave the past behind me.
I just hope that he doesn't leave me behind if that comes to pass.