Post by realitydvnt on Feb 18, 2020 19:30:39 GMT -7
It is so very difficult for me to express to him how I see him. The first time I saw him, standing on that dock, across from me-my enemy-I could see that he didn't belong there. That he was a hollow, an empty shell that was once filled with so much light and hope, that had been stripped, lied to, told he was only worthy of darkness. I could see it.
Then later, when I knew it was him but didn't. I saw it then too. I saw the spark that still lingered. The tiny flame that refused to die. The reason he would rather scare his opponents and save the fight. The doubt the niggled in the back of his mind, that drove him to keep his men on a leash despite what his masters had wanted him to do.
He still feels that he is unworthy, and I am sure that there are some that would say that is the truth. That he deserves nothing better then a slow painful death. But they don't know the torment that he puts himself through.
I do. I see it. I self doubt, the torture he goes through nightly. In his mind, he is still unworthy.
Unworthy of my love, of the faith I have in him, of the friendship he has earned.
But I know different. There isn't an ounce of doubt in my heart, in my mind that he deserves it all and more. Because if he didn't, he wouldn't try everyday to make amends for the things he did. This is why I love him. This is why I will be his wife. Because he deserves to let that light inside him grow into the blinding radiance that it was meant to be. A kin to my own, a twin of my own.
Who ever said that love and light can't triumph over darkness was a fool.
Then later, when I knew it was him but didn't. I saw it then too. I saw the spark that still lingered. The tiny flame that refused to die. The reason he would rather scare his opponents and save the fight. The doubt the niggled in the back of his mind, that drove him to keep his men on a leash despite what his masters had wanted him to do.
He still feels that he is unworthy, and I am sure that there are some that would say that is the truth. That he deserves nothing better then a slow painful death. But they don't know the torment that he puts himself through.
I do. I see it. I self doubt, the torture he goes through nightly. In his mind, he is still unworthy.
Unworthy of my love, of the faith I have in him, of the friendship he has earned.
But I know different. There isn't an ounce of doubt in my heart, in my mind that he deserves it all and more. Because if he didn't, he wouldn't try everyday to make amends for the things he did. This is why I love him. This is why I will be his wife. Because he deserves to let that light inside him grow into the blinding radiance that it was meant to be. A kin to my own, a twin of my own.
Who ever said that love and light can't triumph over darkness was a fool.
