Instant attraction, is the best way to describe it. The future of my attention had already been decided.
Without me knowing in advance, if I had, there'd be no chance... of me falling victim of that same old song and dance.
But, this time was different. At least that's what my gut tells me. Despite the fact, that the thought of being vulnerable repels me. She put me under a spell, see? Made me mentally unhealthy. Not the dangerous kind, the kind that made me spend dough like I was wealthy.
I wasn't calling it love, more like intense infatuation. Obligation not an issue, it's pure and simple adoration. It wasn't long before she factored into nearly all my calculations. She put a pep in my step with her greetings and salutations. She knew I had issues, and subscribed nonetheless. Saw me through some fucked up shit, I counted myself amongst the blessed.
Then the winter became harsh, and passion fruit can grow bitter. With no choice but to watch this lovely blossom, slowly wither.
To be completely honest, I wasn't ready to let it go. Once she said it, I protested. Unafraid to let it show. But, with winter comes the chill, there's no weakening her will. I'd have an easier time trying to ice skate up a hill.
One more person lost, another ghost in my memories. One more excuse to abuse my liver, while mumbling obscenities. Past the point of entertaining suicidal tendencies. In death judge me by my loves, and sheer volume of my enemies.
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Submission Name: Always Missing You
