This kind of Love

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“Hey, are you alright?” Katlego asked, seeing how quiet Lesedi was. He was worried to the point of being sick to his stomach. Couldn’t even swallow saliva. “Say something.” He whispered. “Please.”
“He beat me up like I was a dog.” She said, tears welling up in her eyes. “Like I did not matter.” She cracked with each spoken word. “Like all my love for him was just for playing around with. He beat me up like nobody cared about me, like I was his object… to play with.” Even if she tried, she couldn’t control the tears that streamed down her face. She was a hot mess, and Katlego was afraid to touch her; her bruises were new and raw. He didn’t want to cause her more pain, so he just sat next to her and held her hands.
“I loved him and then I hated him and went to feeling nothing for him but fear. I feared he’d kill me some day…” Her bottom lip quivered, and Katlego felt stupidly helpless. “He almost succeeded…”

To every story, there’s always a bittersweet aura that lingers. Self-proclaimed soulmates lock hearts and see a forever with each other.
Each has specific expectations of the other. The sweet flows with affectionate gestures of what love should be. In those gestures slowly looms the bitter reality of what love should feel like.
This kind of love… what she thought was love and what she experienced to be love.