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...and he was my kryptonite. In a place where I had no weaknesses, he broke me to pieces in the most beautiful of ways.
His eyes, grey like thunderclouds.
My storm.
His lightning was bound to strike me and send me reeling until I finally hit the ground. Electricity flowed from his fingertips, and when he touched me, my entire body was a spark.
He set me aflame in a way that no one ever could.
His voice like an ocean breeze against my sunburned skin.
He healed me.
He was the prescription for my ailing heart.
He spoke and he knew me.
His words, my thoughts.
My pain, his purpose.
Created for this...




[originally written 6/10/10]