I brush my fingers against his face as he sleeps.
He looks so peaceful.
Young.
Innocent.
None of what he truly is on the outside.
We're both naked. He holds my body tightly against his as he slumbers. It makes me want to smile how much he cares even while sleeping. He mumbles something. I don't listen.
For a moment I wonder how I can love someone like him. Everyone says how dangerous he is. How ruthless he is. How he doesn't care about anyone.
I want to shout and tell them it isn't true. He loves me. I know this.
But he says no one will understand.
So I will just keep these moments in myself.
