It felt like I was being buried under dirt and I was gasping for air until my lungs would give out just so he could feel the enjoyment of saving my life over and over again. He loved to feel like the hero, even when his main role in this fairy tale was playing the villain in every moment leading up to the explosion he caused. I didn’t fight with the same words as he did, how could I ever win? I never knew that I could feel so isolated in a relationship and that lying next to someone whose soul couldn’t intertwine with mine could make me question the existence of loneliness. That their voice can create a silence even when they are speaking. That’s the problem with falling in love with someone’s potential. You wrapped yourself around a concept, an allusion and get tangled in the reckless human being buried beneath deep down inside. Perhaps that makes me the reckless one in reality, trying to see the good in everyone and