Abused, Bruised and Loved

Love is something I used to believe in. From the way he would touch me, kiss me, hold me and whisper my name. I knew from the depth of my heart that I love him. I would find myself for long periods of time just appreciating him. I would find myself with a silly smile on my face, all over a simple text he had sent me. I was so deeply in love, I didn't think anything on this earth could ruin it. He was absolutely perfect. A total gentle man. Patient and kind. A student, with a bright future ahead of him. To top everything off, he was absolutely handsome. He was mine. We would speak of a future together. He'd promise to love me, till death do is part and I'd do the same. The future seemed bright, a abundance amount of happiness seemed to await us. I was happy with him in my life and he was happy with me in his. We were happy together. That is until his mask fell and I saw him for who he truly is. A heartless monster, with a soul as black as his hair. No heart, no humanity. A being who is not afraid to strike me. Then cheat on me with no regret. I stopped believing in love for I felt it did not exist. Built up walls so high you could not see the to. But... He managed to break past them or maybe a window always existed, only for him.