Page 84 of Love Harder

So he stated, “The Unicorn it is, then.”

So he was known as The Unicorn from that day forward.

So the tattoo touched me in so many ways.

We searched for the perfect image, and his sister sent him one that summed him up perfectly—he was a dark horse beneath that unicorn skin. And the ink he got reflected this.

The Unicorn had a darkness too.

It sang to mine.

We understood one another well because perhaps our pasts were parallel.

Love hurt us both, and when love hurts you over and over again when all you’ve done is try, one cannot help but be one with the darkness when the light refuses to shine.

He opened up more about his past, and I understood why he was the way he was. His walls were erected to protect himself, and whenever I did something for him, it left him out of sorts. For someone to receive the bare minimum and then to receive more than they have, it confuses them and leaves them questioning why.

It hurt my heart.

I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I do things for the people I care for because seeing them happy makes me happy.

And I wanted to see The Unicorn smile because when he did, it was beautiful.

But he was still my Rubik’s Cube as I was forever second-guessing him.

Perhaps when I got too close, he retreated.

I didn’t push because when someone pushes me, I do the complete opposite, which is ironically also a part of The Unicorn’s DNA.

He would message every morning and night before he went down into his hole for work, and then the moment he was above ground, he would text and tell me he was coming over.

We fell into his pattern so easily.

Mötley was convinced he was moving in.

I had delegated his own drawer, and he had his own toothbrush. I just wanted to make things easier for him. Henever asked me for one single thing. All he wanted was to spend time together.

We did everything and anything.

I often asked him to write something for me as he was left-handed, which is my weakness. We all have a kink, and mine is a left-handed man. So when he spanked me, choked me, or slipped his fingers inside me with his left hand, it drove me wild.

He didn’t know this, but remember, I pay attention to the things that most people don’t. I don’t miss the small things the universe drops into my lap. But The Unicorn wasn’t something small. He was soon becoming a big part of my world. It felt as though he was always a part of it.

He was close to perfect.

Was he?

Absolutely not.

But who is?

He didn’t make me angry.

He didn’t annoy me—much.

We had been in one another’s space since we met.

He was thoughtful.

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