Well...

The moment when it all makes sense is the climax of the chaos, the eye of the storm. It's the calm before the tempest, when silence speaks and hearts sing and gazes embrace. When silence chokes consciousness like a theif in the calmest of nights and when urgency puts you on the edge of your sanity. A quivering lip can shatter your confidence and a lump in the throat is a silent killer because it's he who holds power over you like a grain in a sandstorm. Thrust right one day and left the next, jostled between happiness and heartbreak and all you can really do is pray that he forces you towards utopia rather than the hellish horrors on the other side. It's that gruesome side of love when you realize that you are no longer in control of yourself and he holds all the power he wishes because with one single word your world can shatter to dust and happiness evaporates like a bone in the scorching sun.

It's terrifying really.