It was a love so strong that it was undying; impossible of destruction. It was the type of love that filled novels pages, which romance movies aimed to feature.
Every bone in my body ached with warning; every muscle stiffened with fear at the thought of him. But like the stubborn person I was- I didn’t listen to my own bodies warning.
He was a flame; able to burn through me. He was the flame and I was the moth; unknowing of the harm this man could cause within me or the power that he would one day hold over me.
If I knew then what I knew now, would I still let myself be drawn to him? I often asked myself this question.
But now as I stared into his black misty grey eyes I had my answer. Yes, I would do everything the same because I loved him and this love was worth every torment I would face for being with him.
Every torment, every second glance and every argument I was sure to have with my father. It was all worth it.