The hood

Quiet and yet so expressive, non-nonchalant and yet so caring, pulling on the strings of my heart and killing me with desire, this is an account of how I met the first anything of my life. Destruction is what I fear because, inherently, deep inside, I know he will wreak havoc. I know he will blind me, kill me, in the process of loving him and nothing has happened yet. Every feeling, every sharp intake of breath, every flutter of my heart, every prolonged longing is nothing but an indication. An indication of what is to come, of what is on its way: complete desolation, hurt, pain, desire, longing, fulfillment, and in-satiation. He promised me. He promised me he'll keep me happy. He promised me we'll have a nice life together. Fuck promises. He scares me. I fear him. I fear what he'll do to me, what he'll do to my heart.