I will never forget him.
He was my friend.
He was my enemy.
He was my lover.
I could never guess that someone could have all of these qualities at once. Not only did it confuse me, it intrigued me. Left me wanting more. I had to have more, I needed more.
I became an addict, getting high off of being in his presence. Whether it was on good intentions or not, just seeing him.
Hearing him.
Feeling him.
It was enough to drive me mad when I wasn't with him for long enough. I needed to understand. What was going through his head? What qualities of me did he become attracted to?
After some time, he grew bored of me. He strung me along. It was at our highest peak, where I thought nothing could go wrong, when he decided to push me off the cliff.
That was it.
It was over.
Just like that, we were done.
It was my fault. Of course it was my fault. He wouldn't take the blame for it, so it had to be my fault.
There are times where I can forget him. It is these times where I am at peace.
But it doesn't last.
The peace never does.
I still think of him.
I miss him.
I miss my drug.
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Book Of Roses
Non-FictionI've been creating things since I could pick up a pencil. I've lived a life that's made me question so many things about myself and what's supposed to make up humanity. Integrity. Love. Respect. Loyalty. I'm no saint. I've done my fair share of bad...
