I miss the way he smelt, a strong muscular sent that would burn your nose. I wonder if I ever thought that it did more then just burn my nose, If he did more than just burn my nose.

I would run back to him every time, even if he was the one who seemed to cause the most damage. It didn't matter how many times he hurt me, that was love right? Letting someone love you is to let them hurt you? That's what I was taught, you let them beat you till they break you. Maybe I was to strong for him, for in the end he to left.

His hug was a tight embrace that would calm me in an instant, only the hugs stopped becoming a frequent event. My nerves were at a all time high but not because of my reckless home life but because of his reckless actions, I cared to much. I cared so much so that in the process of trying to fix him, I would lose myself

He would lewer you in with his charming smile and likeable personality, he was like one of those beautiful poisonous flowers in the woods that your parents would warn you not to touch. But oh, how the bright colors would make me swoon, how they would make me yearn for the beautiful poisonous flowers. Even it's most deadliest touch would be the most dearest.