They say when you find love, you should never let it go. They also say you should set it free and if it comes back to you, then it is meant to be. I'm not sure what I should do, but I know I don't want to let him go, and he feels the same. He says I'm the only one to ever help him feel something other than anger towards this world. But he's in a gang- correction, he runs a gang. He's dangerous, and yet that draws me in. I'm the light in his darkness, and he's the joy in my soul. Why does this feel like a dangerous addiction in creation? Maybe it's because it is... or maybe I'm not meant to be tough, maybe he's not meant to be soft, maybe we'll be each other's down fall... maybe.