It is a little dark, but it is actually from a past relationship of mine.
The love; that is the thing that keeps me where I am. You may think that it is fear, weakness, stupidity- and maybe you are right, a little, but none of those are the driving factor. I love him with all of my heart, I love the side of him that laughs at my very unfunny jokes, who holds me when I cry, who encourages me to put more of myself into my writing.
Here he comes, that dangerous glint in his eyes. What will it be: a bruise? A break? Or just my heart?
I love him.
