Fallen

"How could I like such a piece of shit, like yourself?" He stared at me, angry.

"You can just say you don't like me!"

"Dylan, its your fault. You've done to much for me to like you, much less love you." We stared at each other not knowing the next move, could this honestly be end of, not only our relationship, but our friendship. "This is what I was scared of, losing you. This is where we've come, fighting, again. You told me we'd never fight and that you loved me, what lie am I supposed to listen to-" ending my sentence with his lips pressed to mine. Every time we kissed, fighting or not, I'd fall for him all over again.

"It's what we do, babe, we fight and we eventually makeup. He put us together for every reason possible, my reason is because I do love you, and no one, no one, will ever make me think different." he placed his hand on my cheek, other on the hip, and kissed me.