love shackle

he cries. alone. sometimes at night, sometimes at the oddest of hours. he thinks of her, thinks of the years he has spent. beautiful memories lay stagnant in his beautiful mind, floating around as one memory intertwines with another. he is constantly reminded of her, the promises that they made, his own sacrifices, and probably everything that he has to give. all the time.

he loves her, very truly indeed. he tells himself that never had such a person made such an impact in his life before. he convinces himself that never would he want to spend his eternity with another person. he swears by the fact that she is irreplaceable, one of a kind, and God's creation for him and only for him. he knows that only he can know her inside out. he knows when she's breathing and when she's not, knows when she's happy or when she's sad. he knows every curve of her body, the heights and the depths, the wrinkles that emerge as she smiles. not to mention the scent of her skin, the warmth of her touch, the hue of her blush, and that radiant aura that bursts like a thousand supernovas when she chuckles.

in spite of all that is beautiful, he knows that there is a darker side. a side that hinders him from holding on to her. destiny has its own way of playing the devil. fate has never been on either of their sides. he is constantly bugged with the days that lie ahead, come what may. he worries, worries excessively, and is afraid of losing her. his thought hold tightly to those beautiful memories while his desires shackles his emotions so as to not let go that feeling of love.

trauma, confusion, helplessness. he begs for none of this to happen.

an excerpt by ms demon in exit