When did you become a different person? When did this caring being take your cruel unyieldingly evil place in my heart? When did the burning crimson melt into a leafy green full of contentment? I recognize that that fire and hatred is still there, but it is only a helpless animal in a cage you hand-crafted from our will. You can control the rage, and now I can live knowing I am protected by you. I can go through anything knowing you are always there by my side. You don't loom behind me waiting to attack, you can hold my hand and walk with me anywhere. For years I thought you'd kill me, but now I don't worry about that. That part of you is dead, destroyed by your love, that you found and held onto. Control is meaningless to you now, isn't it? We don't need to be controlled, we have each other, everything else is secondary. I love how your hands are warm and soft, instead of cold and rough. I love being able to sleep and knowing that you're holding me tight and safe in my bed when the other nightmares come around. I can cry on your shoulder, and you can cry on mine. And she can feel free, an independent force of courage that keeps us going. We can run and play with the little one too, carefree like the children we never got to be, but still have inside us. No obstacle can hinder us, we can do anything as long as we're together. And I know we will be. You, her, and I wouldn't want it any other way.