The silence and the tenderness. The warmth that resides in my heart. The sweet smiles thrown, hands clasped together. Safety in your presence and our hearts on our sleeves.
Words as sharp as daggers and sighs of disbelief. That look, that evil, evil look and a glimpse of hatred in your eyes. There is no understanding. There is no room for love.
And then it subsides. All is forgiven, but not forgotten.