Swim Good

The Introduction

"The beginning was never meant to be the beginning, in fact, it was meant to be the ending" - Danielle.

|Julian's Point of View|

She never understood what she did to me. She made me fall inlove. She made feel like a weak and vulnerable man. She said I could never love her the right way. She left me hurt and broken. I needed and wanted her. She hurt me badly. But, in the end, when everything happened, she was there. She is my true ride or die. No matter how many times she's hurt me, we always came back to each other. We want love and go to each other for it. Passionate, comforting, sweet kisses during the moonlight. Interesting conversations in the morning. Late night make out sessions filled with lustful kisses and tender lips. We love each other and that will never stop. Wait, y'all don't know who "she" is or what exactly happened. But I'll give you a hint, in the end, we find love in a hopeless place.

|Langston's Point of View|

I hurt her all the time. I can't say why she is still with me. I tell her the most vile and disrespectful things. I treat her horribly. Well, not me, its the person I become once I take the prescription pills. They turn me into a different person. I love her. I always will. I can't stop thinking about how much I've hurt her. When I look in her eyes, I see the everlasting scars that I've given her. I see the ones that can't be washed away, I see the ones that can't be erased, and I see the ones that devour her mind in memories. I remember - Wait, y'all not hip to everything. I'll give you a clue , I've always told her don't make me make you fall in love with a man like me.

|Dashawn's Point of View|

We aren't close. We aren't a couple. We are us. We think that our love isn't defined but it is. There is space between us. We aren't close , like I said earlier. We have no loyalty or trust. We will aren't one. Are we in love? I don't know. I know that when I'm around her I feel like my world is amazing. I know that when I see her smile I feel my lips curl into one too. Her eyes shine like the stars on a clear night. Not just any star, the ones that make you feel some type of way. Her heart made of kindness and love. Mine made of the same. The only difference is that mine beats for her. Her's beats for me and everyone else. We don't know how to love so I guess we just choose not to show any at all. I think me and - Pause, you don't know we got there or why we get there. I'll tell you one thing or rather ask. Do you really believe in the concept of love?