Loving him was like owning a new car exciting and full of smiles. Loving
him was like nothing that could ever compare to anything in this world. Loving
him was like seeing the sea for the first time nothing but beauty. Loving him
was passion and sin all in one. Loving him was like realizing you never wanted
to be anywhere else in this world. Loving him was like finding peace in chaos.
Loving him was sweet as tea and dangerous as fire. Loving him was like seeing
the world after being blind all my life. Loving him was like I was lost in a
drift of dreams. Loving him was like living in a fairytale. Loving him was a
dream. Loving him was like roses, pure and innocent. Loving him was
like staring at stars completely dazzling. Loving him was finding light in the
darkest of days. Loving him was finding magic in the still of the night. Loving
him was as easy as breathing, and effortless as living. Loving him was
believing lies. Loving him was a mistake. Loving him was like playing Russian
roulette the gun had to go off and it went off on me, loving him meant the
death of everything I’ve ever known. Loving him was the end of my very being. Loving
him was the end of me.
Isamar
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