He can devastate me with only a look. No words are necessary.
We are intertwined, like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. So resilient in one circumstance, so friable and delicate in another.
I do not yet have the measure of him. I am almost certain that it will be a lifetime’s work. I may not complete it in the years left to me on this earth.
My mood will plummet like the setting sun, as surely as his mood takes me down with him. He is a dark man, a man of the night’s soul, a man of the calm before the storm.
I can no more extricate myself from him, than the fly caught in the spider’s web. The more I struggle, the more fast am I caught.
It will surely hurt less if I accept my plight.