I knew he was bad for me- in every sense of the word. I knew that. I knew we were opposites. I knew we weren't meant to be. I knew that this was probably going to end poorly. But then why the hell did I keep him around? ----- ----- please be kind this is the first time I've actually written this story (or any story) down. if you enjoy shitty luck, spontaneous adventures, and beautiful, self-destructive boys, read on, my friends. much love, R