If this was a movie, it’d be a dark romantic comedy. Maverick would turn out to be a really nice guy who doesn’t like hitting me and just does it to indulge me. He’d sweep me off my feet with large fries and thick milkshakes. He’d kill my mom, burn this trailer to the ground. He’d marry me, tie me up in bed (but never leave me alone there), fuck me until I wasn’t numb anymore. Until I felt real pain. Until I felt his pain. Until he broke, too, and told me all of his scary stories. Why he’s got an inverted cross on his face.
