When I first met you, you were a man at war with the world. But I was instantly captivated by you. I saw behind your sullen, guarded gaze a story that could move the heart and change the world. A story of heartbreak, defeat, and rebirth. You were haughty, critical, and aloof. The type of man that I vowed to never love, but secretly knew would be the end of me.
But I was wrong.
You are not the end, but the beginning.
I really wanted to hate you, to keep you at arm’s length. But I found I liked your smile very much. When you smile, I catch a fleeting glimpse of the man you might have been, if the world had been a different place.
But darling, you are perfect. Perfect for me, and that’s all that matters.