I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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I often wondered if true love existed, if it was as warm as people made it out to be and if it was as euphoric as they showed it in movies. But after falling head over heels for him, I realized it was all the very truth. I laughed at myself because I went from a little teenager cursing out love and not believing in it to having my breath reside in someone else.
Viktor.
The man for whom I found my love increasing everyday, growing into such unbearable amounts.
Dreamy, gorgeous, powerful and charming like a fucking prince he was. At times, I found myself gazing at the ceiling and drowned in his thoughts.
It wasn't like me. I promised myself to not allow another man ever into my life after my own father hurt me. Brought me pain, captured me like his most prized possession and threatened me but with Viktor's arrival, it all changed.
And now these painful memories were all but forgotten. Just his presence was enough to bring me comfort, calm me down and supress all the anger inside me. Viktor became the sole angel I wished the universe to send into my life, the same angel that little me begged for every night to get rid of the screams and protruding wrath of my parents.
It wasn't even me that they hurt at certain times. They hurt each other. Their relationship was the embodiment of toxic.
But they claimed to love each other.
It gave love a bad image. I always thought that if that is how love was supposed to be, I never wanted to fall in that pit of strong emotions. If that's how a marriage ends, I never wanted it but he changed that point of view.
He promised me and for once, I allowed myself to become vulnerable and fall for his words.
Because fuck, Viktor was worth taking the risk for.
In my heart where there was no place for any man, he created a special area for himself. Ruling my heart, spreading this feeling of warmth inside it and I couldn't fathom it.
He loved me too. I could tell.
He kissed me. He promised me believable words that no one had ever done and I wanted his feelings to come out in the form of his words.
Of course his actions were enough - his love for me poured out through his actions but my heart was greedy. It desired more. It desired those three words. Those three words I found corny as a teenager.
When did those glares we threw at each other turned into small stolen glances, no one knew.
When did the same hand of mine that wanted to punch him became the one to hold him when he cried in my arms, no one knew.
