God it hurt to love him. Our love blazed everything and everyone in its path, leaving nothing in its wake but a pile of flattened rubble. The depth of my feeling was far below sea level, depriving me of air and bathing me in the darkness of his soul. I drowned in his words, sweet like honey. His whispers crawled along my skin, until every strand of hair stood amongst the goosebumps. I took refuge in his brain, despite the unpredictable weather. He was strong, yet fragile, and when he cracked, I cracked too. Each shard of glass a dagger to my chest, until I stopped oozing love and began to ooze blood. I was a leaky faucet that stained innocent skin red.