When I first met him, I thought I was fine.
Well not really.
I thought I would survive at least, if not live.
I know now that what I was doing back then,
Wasn't living.
I was surviving, but not living.
If you asked him, he'd probably say the same thing. But in less words.
We were the people you expected to be together-we fit.
We were both sad, we were both overwhelmed, both broken beyond repair.
He never tried to make me talk.
I never tried to make him talk.
We were perfect together.
Until it all fell apart.
Like everything does.
Like the sun one day will.
Because something that bright-
has to burn out sometime.
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Teen FictionWhen I first met him, I was fine. I thought I was fine. I was so so wrong. But was I better off before him? That's something I may not be able to answer in this lifetime. This is a story filled with music, midnights, coffee, rain, loss and love. Thi...
