Falling in reverse.

His love was right, even in all my wrong.


1. feb, 21, 2014

I jump back as another cup smashes against the brick wall where pictures of Harry and I used to hang. "Stop!" I shout as he grabs another glass. "Harry!" "What!" He fumes back as another glass shatters. "Why are you doing this? Why is it every time we have a fight you half to destroy something? Whether it be the house or, or some guys face... Or me. Why Harry? Why?"

He looks at me eyes blazing. "Because Alex. I'm not fucking perfect like you." This time it's my turn to spit words of truth at him. "That's the thing. You just assume I'm so fucking perfect." I scavenge our broken living room for something, anything. Finally my eyes land on the picture of us on our first date.

"Well maybe you should stop assuming!" I scream as the picture frame flings from my fingers. It cracks in slow motion before shattering all over. At first I feel regret. My favorite gift, gone. But soon a warm feeling over comes me. Rage.

"But that's the thing Harold. I grab a cup off the table shattering it two. "I'm not perfect, and neither is love, alright!" I throw another and another, until there is nothing left to break.

"But love isn't perfect! It isn't a fairy tale, or a story book! And it doesn't always come easy! Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, and holding on and never letting go! It is a short word, easy to spell, hard to define, and impossible to live without! Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, every second of it was worth it, because you did it together."

I barley notice the hot tears streaming down my cheeks as his eyes soften into mine. All the air escapes my lungs as he takes me into his arms. The tears keep coming, faster and faster as he runs his fingered through my hair. If I could stay with him in this moment forever. I would.

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