Sometimes I wait for him, sometimes he waits for me,

But we always managed to see each other.

We met by chance.

We did it every day, until one day,

He stopped showing up, stopped for a year.

I kept going hoping to see him again.

Hoping he hadn't forgotten me.

Each day that I went, I lost faith in him.

I had convinced myself that he was never coming back,

But still, I go to my cliff.

Standing on the cliff, I could see the ocean for miles.

The sun's twilight reflects over it.

I looked down, but couldn't see far into the depth of the water.

When I looked up, he was there.

On the other cliff, across the blue vastness, like all those other days.

I didn't know why he had left, but it made me angry.

I couldn't even look at him from the grudge that ate at my heart.

But still, I go to my cliff.

I see that he is now sitting at the edge of the cliff,

Holding his head in his hands, with shame and sorrow.

Maybe it wasn't his fault he stopped coming,

My heart wanted to forgive him, so I did,

That way I could admire him again.

It didn't take long for me to rely on him being there.

He is the only person who sees me, who really sees me,

This mysterious, beautiful, man from the other cliff.

I know he feels the same.

As it was getting late, I felt sad I had to leave him.

Just as I was about to turn away, he dived down the cliff.

I froze,

He was swimming towards me.

Here on my cliff I waited in anticipation.

Through the many miles that kept us apart,

He swam, at a godly speed.

As he perilously climbed up the cliff,

My heart beat out of my chest.

I helped him over the edge and he held me in his arms.

My head rested against the center of his chest,

Although he was tall, we fit perfectly.

I don't know how long I was in his embrace,

But it felt like a lifetime.

It felt like what I was owed,

After years of longing,

Years of anticipation,

He held me carefully,

Like I was his Earth,

His Universe.

We broke apart and I could finally see him.

I hadn't noticed that he was wearing a white mask.

Looking closely, I could tell he was nervous,

Nervous to reveal himself.

It all seemed very sketchy,

How fast he swam,

How easily he climbed,

How tall he was.

But he was warm,

And he was kind,

And he was loving.

He took off his mask slowly,

And held his head down.

I was shocked by his stark features.

His eyes were big,

with long eyelashes.

But inside,

They were flooded with black.

His nose was long and pointed,

Almost looking elegant.

His lips were like pillows,

But when he smiled,

He had a mouth filled with razors.

"What are you?" I whispered,

Scared to know the answer.

"Your beloved," his deep voice replied.

A chill ran through me as I realized,

It didn't matter what he looked like,

Demon or whatever he was,

I loved him anyway.

I caressed his cheek and smiled,

A hot sensation went through my arm,

And filled my whole body.

It felt like fire was going through my veins,

Slowly, his eyes flushed out all the black,

Sad, blue irises formed.

His demon-like appearance was gone,

What happened?

"You've taken the darkness from me, beloved,"

he explained as he kissed my hand.

"But we must share it," he added.

"As long as we can be together,"

I answered as he leaned in.

Our kiss was the switch,

What changed us forever.