❝When we met, it felt like skydiving. Our eyes locked, and I began plummeting. It felt like love, but I felt fear, and my body knew it when we kissed that we weren't meant to be. I thought I loved you, so I continued to fall, only I wasn't falling in love, but into a grave dug by myself as I tried to claw my way back out, I only continued to bury myself beneath the mud. I became a weed and accepted my fate, but it still didn't please you. We drove one another to the brink of insanity, beyond what any mind can see, before we realized that we were killing each other, and we were both too afraid to die for a love we knew, in our hearts, was never real, but fabricated out of a desperation to feel alive.❞

Wednesday, August 8, 2018
12:17 P.M.