I walked into his room and lay down under him. I lay my head down on his hard arm, and his right wraps around my waist to keep safe. I back my body up against his and park it snuggly against him. There is no room for mistakes, no room for anything but emotions and moments and fast paced creation for months on end.
Because love should be passionate, creative, endless, and relentless if it is boundless and in it’s truest form. Sacrifice must become a part of the daily routine. He look at me, as I lay down. His warm vocal chords vibrate cooly under his throat and he speaks to me.
“You are my angel. You are. Sent from God, in Heaven.”
I look deeper into his eyes and am suddenly enveloped in the tsunami of chills that crash over me as I dive into him, deeper and darker to the bottom. The parts he doesn’t want me to see, but I have already swam so far. Why would I turn around? Why would I head back to the shore now?