Death
Death and i were well acquainted. I always thought of him and he always reminded me that he was there. Despite the many times i turned Death down, he would stand there with open arms, welcoming me into his cold embrace. Once there in his arms and there in his presence, our conversations would last for hours, days and sometimes weeks. Death to me was like a toxic lover that i would always run back to. He was unavoidable, he had been my first love, promising he would always be there, waiting for me to return to his cold embrace, where the coldness in his grasp would engulf me for eternity where he and he only will be my ending and escort to a new beginning.
