
"You think you can play with fire, but tell me, can you handle the fire?" * * * Love doesn't always come beautifully. Sometimes it's a storm - it breaks, it burns, and leaves nothing but ashes behind. We were never the perfect couple... We were just two broken souls who collided too hard to ever fall apart again. He was the calm before every disaster, the silence that made me believe I was safe - right before everything exploded. His eyes spoke the truth his mouth never could. He wasn't love... He was a promise wrapped in darkness, a temptation I couldn't walk away from. And maybe that's what love really is - not light, not safety, but the kind of madness that makes you surrender everything just to feel something real.All Rights Reserved
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