Nostalgia

i was obsessive. he was possessive.
i was compassionate. he was indifferent.
i was in love. he was in his own world.

me and him were destined to burn from the start. gasoline would pour on us, slowly igniting the sparks that would eventually grow to engulf us in it's hot, suffocating flames until it brought us to the brink of destruction. we were a rapid wild fire that would demolish everything in it's path, leading to tragic events and devastating losses.

me and him were incompatible in every single way. we were night and day. we would slowly but surely be the reason to each one's demise.

but who liked things that were good for you, anyways?

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"Baby, please come here," he pleadingly asked me, reaching his arms out, "I can't stand to see you cry, especially because of me. Let me ease your pain."

Tasting the saltiness that were leaking from my eyes and descending down my cheeks, I bit my lower lip and looked up at him. His facial features were heavily distraught, with deep circles under his eyes like he hasn't slept in weeks and the slight redness in his eyes that meant he was baked as a cake.

But I didn't care. That's what made him, well, him. I loved that he was losing sleep over me. I loved that he wanted me to be in his arms tonight instead of her. I loved his imperfections. He might not be perfect in some aspects, but he was perfect for me. And that's all that mattered.

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2017

Please enjoy!! This is my first story so please give me as much criticism as you can so I can make it better lol