Inconsistent with the brutal love that I believed that I had earned, your appreciation for me, at first, made me question if it was even something that I deserved. Through concepts that now seem simple, like trust and honesty, you showed me what it means to be loved in my entirety. Always where you say you will be, no lie has ever been born inside your beautiful mind and then imparted from your lips. You listen without prejudice, always supportive without judgment as I am slowly learning the meaning of true happiness. Your doting kiss is often paired with compliments, I feel my worth increase every time your actions comply with your words. No false promises, you only speak the truth. We rarely fail to see eye to eye, but when conflict rises I am astonished by our ability to forgive. The freedom to do whatever I please, although alien to me from lovers past, is what guides me back to you each night; not my first love, but I pray you are my last. Communication between us flows as naturally as rivers become seas; every word as soothing as a Mediterranean breeze. Accustomed to the third degree and jealousy combined with toxic control, I almost resigned to my fate, assuming that this was the only way I should be adored. I confused comfort for love, refusing to acknowledge that I was hurt; a mere shell of the man that I was born to be. In my weakest hour, you appeared accompanied by a reserve of strength that slowly made me fall in love with you and myself anew. Like an ocular transplant, my new eyes and perfect vision fill me with hope, as I now know, because of you, that I deserve to be loved. Unexpectedly, you unlocked my true capacity to love, revealing to me what I had always denied; our bond will not bend or break, your affection makes it feel wonderful to be alive.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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