I tried to use this philosophy in tell him about my mission. It failed. It failed horribly.
I told him the philosophy, and he looked at me oddly. A wince contorted his face and lips into one unknown to me. I had never seen him look like that. With those words, he spoke terror running through my veins.
"So you know?"
I arched my brows, confused. Keeping my head, I replied,
"Yes, I know."
"I've tried talking to her about it, but she denies everything."
I blinked quite a few times then. That was definitely not the thing I was expecting. Another woman?
"What are your feelings toward her?"
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took one of my pale hands that sat on the arm rest, and kissed it, holding it to his face.
"The are of no matter to me. Whatever feelings I could've had for her pale in comparison to the feelings that reign my heart."
He brought me into his arms then, running fingers down my arms and shoulders, siring goose bumps.
It was an odd feeling, knowing that one person could alter my feelings with just a few words. One moment I could be depressed and upset, and one touch from him felt as if the sun had broken through the heavy clouds and shone onto my body. It was odd, but welcoming.
It gave me a since of security, knowing that he would never hurt me and tried his best to keep my moods up and light. Through all his trouble and maltreatment, he still finds it in his heart to put energy into another human being's emotions.
A thought burst into my head right then.
I don't deserve him. I don't deserve him at all.
I'm sorry they're so short. I've been so busy lately.