Into a massive warm embrace, I bumped the very moment the door unlocked and opened. Hot streaming tears that I didn't know waiting by the gate of my eyelashes, fall endlessly. Was it self-pity? Was everything too much for my mental load? I have no idea. One thing for certain, it was nice to have someone to comfort me when I was down in the dumps.
He swooped me up and carried me to the bouncy bed. Every caress of my face made, every stroke of my hair he combed, it was a relief to the pain of loneliness I felt. I may have him but I still remained solo. He may be my light, yet he was the one who controls the lightings. I felt like a prisoner and I don't understand why he had to do what he had to do.
It was overbearing, this overprotectiveness of his!
