You were life. And you were my life. You were my source of happiness.
Life flowed from your veins into mine in every kiss, every touch, and every beautiful word that left your sweet, warm lips.
I learned what the word “strong” meant during our relationship.
Yes, you gave me life, but you didn’t seem to mind taking it away either.
Your words, while so beautiful and delicate, also had the capability of being so cruel and vile. Sometimes, they were a double edged sword and it felt like you took pleasure in stabbing them into me.
Your words drained the blood from my veins and converted what little was left into tears.