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What I feel for you is a word that does not exist in human vocabulary. Stronger than love.”
“There is not a single thought in my day that doesn’t involve you. I want you in a thousand different ways, and at the moment, I’m losing my mind. I wish I could say it was the demon inside of me who longs to take you this way. To claim you, with or without your blessing. I will not come to my senses, though. Even before Ex Nihilo, before I lost my wings, I longed to make you mine. Officially.”
“Whatever wretched and vile thing lives beneath this flesh and these bones belongs to you. I am yours eternally. And you are mine.”
“You.” He kissed another of the strange letters. “Are.” And another. “So fucking.” And still another. “Beautiful.” Taking hold of my leg, he draped it over his shoulder and planted a kiss to my inner thigh. “And you are mine. These scars are mine. Your pain is mine.” He stared down at me with such intensity, I had to look away, but a hook of his finger guided my eyes back to his. “Nothing can change what you are to me. No scar. No curse. Not even death.”
“Does it have to be carved into your flesh to believe? I will burn the fucking words across your skin if that’s what it takes for you to see the truth, Farryn. You are beautiful. Unbreakable. And anyone who dares to harm you will suffer my uncompromising violence.”
“You are my threshold for pain. The suffering I cannot bear, and my only true weakness. I will not lose you to anyone.”
“Now you know. It is a pain deep inside my chest that burns only for you. I feel it every time I look into your eyes. Like the light of a thousand stars. An entire galaxy of love.”
Turned out, the most complex and fulfilling, the intensity of what love could be, was more than just a scrawled heart on a page. More than the simplicity of affection and longing, caring and nurturing. I’d come to know there was a shadowed side of it, too. A much darker version, comprised of obsession, pain, and the unflinching readiness to sacrifice.
My definition of love had evolved into a multifaceted enigma, with endless planes sharp enough to cut me open, but strong enough to heal. From the heights of ecstasy to the abysmal depths of crushing pain, it was the most exquisite dichotomy.
