She fell in love with the darkest parts of him. The pain, the despair, the hurt. She fell in love with the cold parts that never got to see the sun. The parts that were starving for love. The parts he hid under the bed and in the closet, buried within empty spaces of his ribcage. She fell in love with the burdens he carried that weighed him down like cement blocks tied to his ankles dragging him deep down, under the raging water. She fell in love with the despair that he dealt with every night, that tucked him in singing a lullaby of echoing tears and lost faith. She fell in love with his crushed spirit and weakened soul. She fell in love with his fear of losing everything, even her. She fell in love because deep down she knew it was a part of him. She fell in love because she knew the truth, his darkness was his truth. She fell in love with who he truly was. She fell in love with him.