This was our relationship. It was like poison - deadly but something I loved.
I first met him at a police station. My dad was the chief of police. He wanted me to go there after school one afternoon. He was wanted for questioning, he was a witness to a robbery or something. I was standing in the reception when he walked out: jeans, tank top, arms covering in tattoos. It was his smile that attracted me, he then winked as he left.
My dad soon came out of the office and walked alongside me to the car. I felt an intense weight of someone staring at me. I glanced out of the car window, and it was the handsome stranger from the station. He smirked and pulled out of the parking lot. The car ride of silent. Just before we got home my dad mentioned ''stay away from him... he's trouble.''
- Few months later -
I looked at him expectantly, ready for him to say we are over... again. However, he said ''I like you a lot you know...Even if you don't like me back, you'll be seeing more of me''
I nodded, intimidated, but that was one thing I loved about him ''Promise?'' and I held my pinky out.
He intertwined his pinky finger with mine '' Promise''.
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He kept his promise. He drives me crazy, but I love him and he loves me. It's just that we are two opposites. He's the 'bad guy' and i'm the 'good girl'. He sneaks into my room at night and stays with me. He is so sweet, yet so intimidating.
This started off a two year relationship. Let me rephrase that, that is what started a range of one night stands, long weekends away, drunk love, arguments but most importantly, it started our love for one another. There was something about his attitude that drew me in, in the first place.
Our relationship is poison. It's toxic, it's painful yet I keep coming back for more because I love him. When we break up, we always find our way back to each other. We are familiar and we are different. He is my poison and I am his.
