With my every flaw and imperfection, there is a man who embraces my darkness, fosters it as his own, and craves the madness of my twisted mind as chaotically as I do his. A man who walks that same line of depravity as me, flirting with the edge of corruption, our moral compass adjusting toward the justice we see fit. For the first time, I know that the depth of me is reachable by the only one who dug into my dirt and made it his own. I’m entirely exposed, and finally seen by the only one who’s ever mattered.
