We were perfect.
Nothing was going to bring us down. He always called me his goddess and treated me like one. When people were trying to drag me down, he would remove
the anchors so that I could sail freely. He would protect me from violent fist that consistently tries to break down my wall, and would never raise his to me. That
was the case at first.
I never thought the guy I fell in love with, the guy that treated my like a queen,
would bare his fangs at the one who healed that wounded heart of his. Who
would’ve thought the wings that helped me fly would be ripped right off my back. How could I have been so blind. My fairytale daydream now becoming a horrific
nightmare.
I didn’t want to believe it. The only support to my building was taken away,
beaten, and burned to ashes. Now my foundation is falling apart. His laughter of encouragement now replaced with screams of disheartened words.
His warm smiles replaced with cold hearted frowns. Even the golden honey like almonds that filled me with delight, turned into a terrifying wood like
soul-snatching stones.
Even the blind could see how far I have fallen from heaven. Never thought I would ever meet a demonic angel. No longer baring my wings, I couldn’t fly back to the light. The dark has become my home. His demons now mine. It’s just
perfect.
Just Perfect.