Danielle Jackson
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This Was Love
They told me I would know love when I experienced it, each relationship moving through me overwhelmed with lackluster, until I met Alister. I learned what love is; it’s fighting through the painstakingly rough roads to end up in his warm embrace when all else seems to crumble away. He is irritation and satisfaction, a deep fulfilling breath seeping into your lungs and expanding the muscles in your chest, but also a day like when every little thing is going wrong filling your face with vexation and your voice ready to scream. I can feel the warm wind gust through my hair on a gentle autumn day and as I close my eyes I see his face. A million different hues of reds, oranges and golds and my minded is clouded by the plentiful glances his eyes have made. Alister is the battle of dark and light; the yearning of temptation and the grace of salvation. He is ever-changing and permanent. He is undefinable love and depth all neatly packaged under a prince charming face.
By Danielle Jackson6 years ago in Humans