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Amelia---Acceptance

I told Rhodes I love him.

I let him see every facet of me. Rhodes didn’t run. He didn’t run from the darkness. Instead, he held me as I fell apart. The inner version of me that I’ve kept hidden has never felt so loved, so safe. I see home in his eyes, a shelter from this unyielding tempest battering itself against my ironclad heart. He makes me brave.

It wasn’t just in the way he fucked me.

Listen, the man can fuck.

It is how his eyes always demand mine, an anchor even in the most heated moments. It is his gentleness in making sure I am cleaned up before we go to sleep. Him waking up before me to make sure my coffee was ready and waiting on my nightstand.

It is how he dominates me. Not in an overbearing way, but in a way that for the first time, in a very long time, made me feel safe. It makes me feel like I could let down my guard.

My demons are quiet. There is no knocking at the door, no claws scraping along the windows of my soul.

I’m happy for the first time in years.