I Would Always Love This Fragile Human

Love Doesn't Always Come In Convenient Packages.

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.

When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options." -bella

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.