It was the calm before the storm. One last great sunrise before my world collapsed on me, ecstasy before devastation, each with its own distinct taste and feel. When I see you, you rid the room of oxygen and send me to my knees. And if you haven’t experienced this, try viewing everything you think you know from the ground, while grasping for something to hold.
But for one night you were different. Not perfect, but acceptable. Just enough air in the room for the fire inside me to climb out and… burn me down. What a cruel twist of fate?
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What song is that? *sings, rising in pitch on each syllable* ‘I was only dreaming….’