There’s something about him. Something that makes you want to melt, something that makes you want to give up; because you know that he’ll be there to catch you. And then you realise… He’s always been there to catch you. Every time you fell, he was there to help you get back up. Every time something became too much, he was there to hold you and help you build yourself back up. And every time that you’ve looked in his eyes, you’ve known that he is yours, and you are his. And this thought gives you safety, because you think that you are above being hurt, that nothing will happen to you, that your love is unshakeable, and so, every time that he catches you, you let your walls down a little more, until one day, there are none left and you’ve given him all that you have. And you are safe in your knowledge that he loves you. But what happens when his gaze starts to wander, when you feel like if you gave a little more, he would love you again. So you start giving away pieces of yourself, and for a while, you’re safe again. But safety is fleeting, it may always there; a thread that holds you together, delicate but strong, but a ripple of water, a slight breeze and it is gone, torn away from you.
There has always been something about him. The mystery, the secrets, the smile that hints at things to come; dangerous and exciting. But sometimes it all becomes a bit much, and when you look into his eyes, you know that as much as he loves you; he keeps most of himself locked away from you, from everyone. And how can you trust him… if he doesn’t even trust himself?
