She begged him to compliment her soul, but he was busy dotting the outlines of her body.
He promised to glue his arms around her, but his eyes betrayed him. And her.
She told him she loved the way he breathes, he called her a lunatic.
He told her every time he breathes, he thinks about her. But to her, he was a born fabulist, a mind-intimidator, a heart-manipulator.
She masked her insecurities so he wouldn’t use them against her. No, she cant go through that again. But he unfolded each one cautiously, making room for some peace, in her heart.. In her mind.
He told her he loved her. She told him she adored him.
But even without realizing it, that was the beginning of the end.