Daniel C. L. (via convertions )
His love is like a nightmare.
His brown eyes haunt me and taunt me when I close mine.
His tall shadow looms over me, following me down every dark alley and sharp turn. I can’t escape it, no matter how fast I run.
His laugh echoes in my ears, deafening me.
His arms surround me. My heart screams at the touch, the warmth.
But I am safe. He is no monster. He is no ghost. He is real, and though it scares me, so is his love.