The very first time I met you, I think I wanted to get your attention. I didn't know why, but I did. You said that I was a freak. Not the wrong kind, but the right kind, whatever that meant. You were dating my friend and most of the time that I heard about you was when it involved her and other girls you perhaps were dating. I didn't care and mind that I don't care now, it's just appealing to me. I never thought I really would get involved with you. It never did cross my mind. In fact, I thought you were more like an idiot than someone worth being in my life. It never did cross my mind at how much I would break in front of you, how much frustration I would hold in. I did not know that being mindless would be dangerous. I just thought that I was doing what everybody around me was doing. I figured that if I did what was normal, I would be happy. Little did I know that I was putting myself in the worst pain imaginable. If I knew what you would do to me, If I knew what I would become, and If I knew how everything would end, then I would have ignored you, even if it meant my death.
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Because I Didn't Know
RomanceWhat if all the moments of meeting you were just warnings of what was going to happen in the future. Could I have saved myself from you or would nothing have changed?