Yet his act of defiance proves why I know to my core he’s fucking it for me. No one else in this world makes me feel the way he does. Whether the emotions he pulls from within me are volatile or loving, that’s another matter entirely. But whichever it might be at the moment, it always seems to fit. Nothing and no one balances me the way he does, makes me content to just exist in this shitty world where people rape and abuse and murder others. Even when we are at each other’s throats.
