"3 A.M." I read on the clock through my foggy vision, due to my brain defect but mostly my crying. I lay holding her fragile body against mine as if we're the only things in the room. She shifts slightly in her sleep as I continue to silently cry. It's become a nightly thing, either in the middle of the night, or in the bath.
My grasp on reality doesn't seem to be as strong as it used to be. Perhaps I'm battling my own unknown demons. She brings me so much happiness, and tranquility...so why do i cry? I can't even find a reason as to why.
"what the actual fuck." I said aloud accidentally
"mmm..." she shifted again as i tried to be still and quiet. "c-carsyn"
"yes?" I uttered quietly
"are you okay?" I looked down to meet her eyes looking up at me.
"I'm okay dear" the tears weren't noticeable due to the darkness of the room.
But the truth was all too real. I couldn't bare it. I couldn't bare to tell the woman I love that I've been sitting here crying for an hour..and that I don't know what's wrong with me. She loves me to death and does everything in her power to keep me happy, safe, sane, and loved. Yet, here I am, crying. I hummed softly as I put her back to sleep, along with myself. My mind finally calming itself.
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Yellow
RomanceYellow is the color between orange and green on the spectrum of visible light. Yellow is also the only color that reacts badly to black. Orange being semi-sad and green being happy, yellow would be contentiousness and mellowness; black representing...
