"I love every bit of you. And every part of me loves you, but it hurts so much, I forget you don't love me back and my body begins to ache again. Is this love? How could it be? Unrequited love."
Ever since I met him, he had become my whole life. I had no purpose before him. Now my purpose was him. And I hated that I loved it.
I hated that he didn't feel the same.
Or did he?
WARNINGS: drugs, strong language, adult content