He made me feel human. We could yell at each other- he’d scream at the top of his lungs- angry words that course cold through my veins and yet I knew that he couldn’t love me any less even if he tried.
There was passion. I have never had anyone make me laugh so hard or with such unstoppable force. Is that love? Can you just qualify something like that as a symptom of love? Or a reason for the delusion?
Water coming out of my nose, tears streaming down my skin, stomachs in our hands, there was something you couldn’t take away from us. We were human.