"She said that men like me can't fall in love with women like her. she used the word "toxic" a lot to label herself and "people like her". she always talked about how they destroy whoever trespasses their warning sign in the most beautifully painful way. she said i knew nothing about the art of giving someone life and taking it right back away from them. she left me with nothing but her words that echoed within my soul day and night. they whisper to wake me up and lullaby me to sleep. one of the many things that i remember so well, is her telling me she had to leave because she still has many things to do, places to visit and marks to burn. i never thoroughly got what she meant but she always said that too. she said that i will barely understand her normal talk. and now that I experienced the kind of art she was talking about, my friend, i could tell you it's the best worst thing that can ever happen to you. it's the utter form of deathly feeling alive. she is beautiful and fatal and peaceful and mad and genuine and selfish and strong and godly. So godly. now she's somewhere else. visiting some other place or maybe breaking another heart. my soul left with her too. it whispered that it would rather be there with her than stay here in bed with me. but i hope she's okay. i hope she knows how to breathe because god knows i forgot how to." - R.A
