Until It Kills Me

Sometimes, I could not believe what had brought me here – to this place and time. How did I deserve this? Whatever did I do in a past life that would have granted me this blissful life? Staring down, looking at the man beside me – I still couldn’t believe he was mine. Still asleep, his beautiful green eyes were closed. The morning light coming from the shutters playing with the textures of his olive skin. I bent down to place a soft kiss on his shoulders, tracing his spine with my index finger. Gone were the days where I only thought about making the next kill. Where I was lying in a dark cave, shaking uncontrollably, my own blood splattered on the cold walls. One man had tried killing me, and almost succeeded – this man was now lying in my bed, naked under my sheets. Picturing his body, like sculptured by gods, made my mind wander. Yes, my nights were a bit different – I was still lying in a dark room, exhausted and thinking I would die – but for all the right reasons

This is his story - this is our story.
A story that I still don't know how to tell, and I lived it.
With every being I was, I lived it - and I loved him.
It was both the greatest and the worst to happen in my life.