Peaceful love

I could feel it breaking in smithereens. Over and over again. He had his demons. I think I was not enough to rid him of it. I could feel his pain. It must have been a very lonely life for so many years. 

I still did not know him that much. Now I am afraid. I was willing to jump, to free fall, to take the risk. But will our love ever be enough? I want to cry right now but tears are not falling. He said he did not want my pity but just my understanding.

In the other room are my parents who keep on hoping and praying. If they only knew that I wished for the same. But it seems that a peaceful love would elude me. For how long, I wonder?