Make the Most of It

He enjoyed the dangeorus thrills of life, as if he had nothing left to live for besides them. His own darkness was reeling him in.
That was why I hated him. I hated everything little thing about him. The way he lived for himself, by his own rules. The way he could pull anybody along with him.
But I learned, that hatred wasn't enough to douse the fire inside me; the fire that yearned so badly for him. His touch. His love.