I took a bus, once. For love.

I had ample amounts of stupidity and naivety, dreaming that everything could be perfect.

“I’m going away for a while.” He said in his deep voice, and with that one simple sentence, my life, my world was ruined.

I can’t remember how the Argument started; all I can remember is the consequences.

The day he gave me the locket, I knew I was something special to him.

His intoxicating insanity was one of the things which kept me crazy about him, and I needed to be crazy to love him.

Before I knew it, we were curled up on the bed, sweaty and tired and happy.

I turned into two different people, one for when he was around – the one designed to impress and dazzle. And the one when he was not around – the depressed, deflated romantic, who moped around desperate for the time when he returned to my life like the shining light I was convinced he was.

… On how perfect he could be, I realise you must be thinking I’m mad for loving what seems like a horrible, controlling man.

The time after he’d left me was always the best and worst time. I felt perfect, loved, full and satisfied, but I still knew that soon I’d need him again, and he wouldn’t be there. I could feel it as I lay on my bed, like storm clouds on the edge of the horizon.
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