I loved the thrill, the adventures he offered but with it is the pain, the taste of hell his love offers. Sometimes he is love but most of the time he is the definition of suffering in human form. Our beginning mirrored our ending, I should have known better, I shouldn't have fallen harder... Cause we fall... to fall... Disaster... unimaginable pain... Prolonging of agony... Tearing of wounds... We had this pattern left ignored, every fall, is really fall. The deeper it is, the deeper it hurts.All Rights Reserved