Summer Sunset.

You knew you were damaged. You justified wounding people because the weapon was the ache from your past. How could you trust anyone after he ruthlessly ripped your heart out of your chest, breaking some ribs in the process, and stomped it into the ground right in front of you, watching your tears run down your face with the intensity you didn’t know you had within you. He was the most magnificent fraud. Looking like heaven, he felt just like hell tearing apart any particle of self-love you had in your body. He left you broken. He damaged you. He left you numb and empty. You swore not to ever fall victim again, you were no longer prey, you became the cold predator. Unattainable fantasy no one could have. You were everything they wanted, yet kept your distance desperately trying to escape the agony he left in your core. None of those games you won, ever relieved your anguish. But if you kept busy enough, it almost felt like you could muzzle your grief and feel normal again. After a while you thought you got it all figured out, suppressing your misery with drugs and alcohol made you almost numb enough to forget, but then you met him. 

He seemed nothing special, so you decided you were safe. He didn’t look like heaven, more like a well-executed piece of art. You were never all that into art, so you were safe. He felt like an enchanting summer sunset, and you always loved the summer breeze, so he felt safe. 

He took care of you as no one has before, collecting every single fragment of your shattered heart and patiently putting all of the pieces together. You have convinced yourself that cracks will always remain, refusing his love time after time. You thought you’ve been adored before, but his persistence and care showed that you never actually knew what unconditional love felt like before him. His admiration sealed crevices left in your soul, and all of a sudden you felt vulnerable and exposed. The thought of being broken down once again made your stomach turn and feet carry you away as far as possible from him. But he didn’t give up, targeting insults at your back as you were rushing away. He didn’t expose his horrid core. He simply didn’t have one. No plot twist. No dirt. All he had was a strong desire to give you the world. Desire to make you happy. Desire for you.

Your lungs eventually ran out of the air, and intense pain in your lower abdomen forced you to stop. Once you turn around expecting to be alone once again, you see him with that timid look in his eyes that made you feel safe on those stormy mornings when you woke up in tears because of another nightmare. He knows how much you hate questions so he is just silent now, giving you time to tell him what is wrong on your terms. For the first time in your life, love and contentment are not mutually exclusive concepts, you just have to let yourself fall in his arms that made you feel at home anywhere in the world. You don’t need to keep running away, because you are safe now. He is safe.