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I feel like fate tied us together. He’s been by my side for as long as I can remember. I don’t know if it’s because our parents were best friends or because we were the only kids in the neighborhood. But I don’t have a memoir where he’s not in it.
I have a so-called "shitty personality." People never knew why he stayed with me. I never knew why he stayed. He was perfect. had a sunny personality, always wanting to help, and a beautiful smile that would make the sun feel self-conscious. While I, on the other hand, swore too much, never remembered people's names, and was aggressive. But no matter what I did, he always knew the underlying meaning of it and understood what I was trying to say.
He’s always been in my eye sight. There was never a moment when I couldn’t see him. He was an addiction. One dose and you're addicted. After I got a taste, everything else was shit. I couldn’t stop. It was like selling my soul to the devil. A beautiful, elegant devil.
We followed each other everywhere we went. I thought it was out of love.
It’s like we had red strings holding us together. We were going to end up together no matter what. So why wait till fate leads us together? And do it ourselves. I wanted to be with him since I knew what love meant.
I’d confess my love to him late at night. I hope one day it manifests into something real. I could feel he was awake and listening. He never brought it up, just ignored it.