Justice Will Be Done.

–tell me a secret.           –what kind of secret?      –any kind. (there is light in your eyes and dark in your soul, and i would not change a thing about you for all the treasures in the universe. your very existence is a paradox, a contradiction i could spend centuries studying without a thought to understanding.)           –i don’t have any secrets.      –that’s a lie. everyone has secrets. (you have haunted my thoughts and my dreams since the moment i laid eyes on you. i have memorized the slant of your brow and the wave in your hair, the sweep of your lashes and the rhythm of your steps. i would know you blind, deaf, numb, in this world or any other.)           –alright, here’s a secret: i’m afraid.      –of what? (eternity. oblivion. crowded rooms and authority figures and being alone too long and you, i’m terrified of you because you have the power to destroy me and you don’t even know it, you have no idea. i’m less afraid of dying than i am of losing you and that scares me too.)           –spiders.      –you’re joking.           –no, really. it’s the legs, i think. and the eyes.       –tell me another one. (i love you.)