Loving him was like taking my daily dose of pain killer and I was addicted to him.
I wasn't addicted because I loved him but he didn't love me. I was addicted because of the thought of not being wanted, not being loved. I was addicted to him and still am, albeit he is gone now.
Every imagination I had of him always ended up us in a disastrous situation, where we kissed and walked away from each other.
I didn't kill him. I swear I didn't mean to. But he just wouldn't understand.
How hard is it to love someone back? Just because I tracked your phone down or followed you around, doesn't make me a dangerous person. Its makes me a desperate lover. All I ever wanted in my life was to be loved and he failed.
I sound crazy. I know I do !
Just give me a chance to explain. I will prove everyone wrong.
I don't deserve to be in this small cage. I deserve to be held tight because that kiss was meant for me under the street light, not her.
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