chapter thirteen.
The first time I met you, I knew you were different from anyone I have ever met.
I wanted to know everything about you. I wanted to make you smile. I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to make you happy.
I wanted to be with you.
But now I'm not sure if it was a good thing, meeting you, falling for you.
You were a drug to me, an addiction. A happy drug that I couldn't get enough of. You were everything I needed. You were the only thing I needed.
You became the only thing that I cared about.
You never wanted to become close to me.
I always wanted to become close to you. We were polar opposites of each other. People say that opposites attract each other, right?
But we were just each other's not-meant-to-be's...