And yes! He was toxic. He was poison camouflaged as a well-mannered, breath-taking, eye pleasing sweet smelling Greek God. His cherry pink lips tasted heavenly when I kissed them for the very first time, leaving me mesmerized. I was smitten when those deep brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight landed on my shadowed face as I stood under the infamous Lover’s Tree. Which had initials carved on every single inch of its luminous bark. The tree stood proudly presenting itself as the epitome of eternal love. My bony fingers glide over “S <3 M” A sharp intake of breath and the skip of a heartbeat later, I brush away the lone tear on my left cheek. He had crafted the perfect heaven for me. Every tiny cell of his felt like magic when they touched mine. It took me a while to understand that in this magical heaven he was the devil in disguise. It took me a forever to believe that these sweet kisses were incapable of covering the marks on my pale bleeding body. I cried a river when I learned that my character didn’t have to be made fun of to find love in this mortal land. It took me a while, yes. But now I know that love isn’t glass pieces piercing my arms and thighs staining my desires with fear. Now I know that intimacy means consent and consent is a basic human right, not a privilege. Now I know that irrespective of all the things I did he would never change and that hit me right through my cemented walls. I was crazy enough to dream that if I loved him just hard enough the monster inside him will burn. Forgetting that the bright flames will eat me alive, turn my soul into blackened ashes. Yet, every time we pass each other in those dimly lit hallways, my words fumble, my knees go weak and for the tiniest fraction of a second my heart sinks.
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