theresplendentphilosophunculist:
“He cupped my cheek with his hand “Why can’t you love me back?” he whispered “I gave you everything…” I swallow “That’s the problem” I answer “Because that’s not what I need, you see. I don’t need a knight in shining amour, for I am not a princes” I look up into his brown eyes, decorated with golden flecks. “I am a storm and I need a hurricane to challenge me…””— I am a storm






