Before, I would never have admitted it even under torture, but from the first day our eyes met, we both knew that a fire would break out between us that would be difficult to extinguish.
But you, on the other hand, would not stop provoking me.
You wanted to ignite something inside me.
The more I tried to make you go away, to get away from me, the more you stayed.
And it was in one of those moments that I realized how much my thirst for revenge was slowly deserting me.
That day at pizza class, when I followed you into the back and attacked you, you disarmed me and slammed me against the wall, when I said I wanted to see you dead and you cut your hand with the knife, I felt inside me strange feelings I had never felt before that moment.
I felt your blood running over my skin and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.
When I then opened them again you were still there, our breaths could mix from how close they were.
My heart had started beating wildly and not out of fear that they might discover us, but out of what would happen if they didn't stop us.
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I don't know English well, but a friends of mine is helping me with translations and encouraged me to try. I think in life you have to try things you think you can't do.
Let's see how it goes.