The way she loves me is like no one else. She loves me unconditionally and I cant see why. She claims I am perfect and I am her everything. If only she knew the truth.
An ex mercenary street fighter Alcoholic.
A man with a past he wish he could forget. Paranoid Afraid and resorts to violence quickly. Surely no match for this angel.
But she doesn't seem to mind or care. Her love belongs to him. Without this love to pick him up, he would most certainly be dead.
But this love is special, a most unique kind. He always loved her, and she always loved him,
and the love blossomed like a rose not a rose for a rose dies,
But rather a wine if you would have it. The longer it grows the longer the time, the finer it gets and the more valuable it becomes