How was it that people had the ability to love a person with their entire being, to feel as though their whole body, each single cell, every single atom of their body burned for one person. Without them, life seemed almost pointless. Not almost, completely.
How was it that your entire life built to this singular moment in which you think your life has reached this epitome, and then something happens and it bursts apart.
You feel this form of perfect euphoria, and then, it somehow gets to this tipping point, its not good, but its not bad.
And then, like magic, its paroxysm, and its this paroxystic feeling that consumes your soul and runs like a battery in your heart. Forever, onwards.
Did it always feel this way? No.
Did I think I needed it? Definitely not.
Did it change my life? Most definitely.
My name is Elizabeth Taylor, and this is the story of how I fell for him.
