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I fell in love with someone I really shouldn't have. It was a wild, fervent, passionate, movie-type of love, but it was also harmful and selfish. But these types of loves are the ones that we love to read about; it's the reason so many movies like this exist. They're messy and complicated and they toy with everything we ever thought we believed in, but at the end of the day we crave the feeling that that kind of love brings us. It's the kind of love that brings you to your knees, that makes you question your entire belief system, but most of all it makes you wonder what you'd do without it now that you have it. You'd go to any and all ends to make it last as long as possible. You even say the cursed word 'forever' just to give yourself some hope. I knew from the beginning I wasn't supposed to love him, but at eighteen, every fiber of my being told me to be with him, no matter the consequence. So we fought on, us against the world, partly because we were in our own little world, and no one could tell me how I could feel. It was liberating, it was scary, it was damning, but it was love. And nothing could be so equally painful and pleasing than love.