Things We Find In The Dark

Things We Find In The Dark

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"I don't even know what we are. I don't know if it's good or bad. I don't know of this is what will finally break me, or the thing that will make he heal. All I know when I am with him, I smile. But then when he's gone, I understand how weak he makes me. Because when he's not around, I'm nothing." "Darling, things we find in the dark are never good because you have no idea how they look while standing in the bright light." Life is easy, you can play people like dolls, you can sleep with whoever you want, you can say and do whatever you want. Life is easy, with just a little help from a friend that is dear to us all, alcohol. Who needs commitments and love when your best friend alcohol can make you do anything and then forget about it. Life is easy, until it's not anymore.
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Re•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going to bore you with all the details of how our love was once intoxicating, consuming, and perfect. Because it was . . . until it wasn't. I've been fine without him. I haven't missed his cruelty, his coldness and his spite. And after the ugliest breakup in the history of breakups, I forced myself to move on. Year by year, the feelings I had for him slowly drifted away, but one encounter with him recently changed everything. One encounter made me realize how the heart doesn't forget, and how my mind is going to have to work overtime to make sure I never forget my definition of resentment. ----- NOT MY STORY full credit : N.London

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