Your touch was so firm that when you held my hand I felt the warmth like spasms. My breath was short because you kissed me too hard. I mistook the loud voice and rage for Love. I thought crying was what comfort meant. Even with the name calling and cruelty to human kind, I still have Love for you. They call you a monster because of your inhuman acts but my heart refuses to believe them.
Threats so real that taking them for promises was easy. The sound of irrelevant punches sounds like the melody of loving hearts. Your hugs so tight that my heart felt seizures as you lean towards me. I thought the heavy breaths were significant accomplices of respect. I mistook Words spoken under breath for some form of gentle whispers.
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