He was madly in love with her but she
could not handle it. She was scared for she was not used to so much love; she
did not understand it nor understood him. She was so guarded that she made it a
nightmare for him to love her. Both were scarred, yet he was stronger, braver
and fiercer than she ever would be. Refusing to let go of the past, her
identity was shadowed, blurred, probably to a point of no return. Loneliness
was her niche and she found comfort in being detached from people. He was the
exception, hitting her like a wave train, drowning her in an ocean of new
emotions, taking her breath away. There is beauty in drowning too; a wildly
intimate relationship that makes you fully aware of your being and of each and
every one of your senses. She could barely handle it, even if she knew, deep in
her heart that he would always protect her.
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