It was a crashing feeling. Like everything was shattering apart at a hundred miles, and I didn't want to stop it. She was the lightening in a storm. The rocks in a river. The empty of a memory. I couldn't stop loving her. Breathing in the attention she gave me, no matter how small. I fell apart and pretended her smile was holding me together. My beautiful, loving, lifeline was injecting me with poison in the slowest way possible.
I loved the temporary feeling of forever. And when it was gone, so was she.
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