Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

HIM...

Him

​I've seen the storms in his eyes and the thorns in his heart. I've seen the hidden darkness that dances in his body and twists other people's minds. I've seen the power he has to destroy people and hurt them. I've seen the angels in him try to fight the demons but he's ill and the angels never win. I've seen his worst, I can guess how much he will break me, but I'm not going anywhere because my flaw is loving him with every bone in my body.
He was the gun to my bullet, separate we were powerless, but together we could crash everything with a swift motion of one finger. When our lips touched, when our fingers interlocked, when we became one, I couldn't handle it because I knew that in the very moment I was in the palm of his hand. And that itself was far too dangerous.
When I close my eyes I can still picture it; him holding my hand, telling me he loves me, us standing at the altar, waking up next to him each morning and staying up so late watching Disney movies and baking chocolate chip cookies that fill the entire house with the delectable smell. Looking into his eyes as he watches our kids run around in the backyard finding roses and violets that we planted because we both loved the amazing smells. Then us growing old together in a lovely home that always smelled of our cooking, but then I open my eyes and am faced with the reality that we're not good for each other.