The golden pen was caught between her teeth, her
eyes lost in the blankness of her life. She had to be honest with herself, she
thought about him a lot, all the time actually. Always him.
She loved him; even better than that she was victim
of a cold hearted theft that she chose him day after day after day. It was
always one of the situations that made her think, “she really loved him.” She
would look at him talking or brooding in his own valley of bruises, there was
something in him and in that moment it made her think, “She just really loved
him.” She fell for him hard insatiably in spite of all the times he had pushed
her away.
He tried to break her in every possible way but she
struggled to hold on to it, loving him anyway. Because she knew the long times
she had tossed and turned, unable to sleep; he was thinking of her too. He
loved her like you would put the stars in the sky, endlessly but he was scared to
risk his heartbeat, his life being caught in the hurricane, his heart suspended
in the black vastness. But she wanted nothing more than to fall into the abyss
of his darkness. Because she would fall forever lifetime across lifetimes
through his darkness with everything in between.
She wanted to make him know time, distance nothing
could separate them. She knew he knew it was right that it was real. And she is
just waiting for them to reflect as the stars that they hoped in their
infinitely braided human heart. Someday. Maybe just maybe.
People didn’t understand why in the slowly passing
moments she fell deeper for him because his pieces made her life black and
white. But they couldn’t understand she wouldn’t let the last thread break, to
die in their hearts because she wanted nothing more than to fall into the abyss
of his darkness.
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