Damian's Windsor

by Ebony Farashuu

The moment the words left her mouth and filled my ears, my conscience was flooded with the realization that love was more than an emotion… it was a responsibility.

I pondered what he said and realized how men have a habit of taking and taking from a woman until she has nothing left for herself… and then… when he finds a woman he wants to pour into… she’s got her defenses up because she’s still healing from the last man who stole from her.

The independence I once valued was beginning to feel like solitary confinement. The walls were closing in on me. It was claustrophobic. I was choking on my liberation. Drowning in my freedom. Hungry for the shackles that chained my heart to his.

Don’t be scared of this… of us. Tell me what you want, and if it’s in my power to give it to you… it’s yours.”

I knew his soul, even if I didn’t know every detail of his personal history. He knew my soul despite not knowing every detail of my personal history.