I miss the fights where I feel like screaming bloody murder at you and smashing a bottle on your head. I miss how in the next moment, we’d be back in each others arms saying sorry for every hurtful word that ever came out of our mouths. I miss wanting to bite your head off for all your stupid shit and wanting you out of my life as quickly as you entered it. And the second you were out of my life, feeling this gaping hole in my chest and needing you with me, or else the world would have collapsed on itself. And the second you were back in my life, angels would reappear and I’d be quoting love songs like nothing ever happened.
I know it’s a horrible thing to miss, but I miss loving a person with a destructive, passionate fire.
We loved each other more than anyone ever could. We burned too dangerously bright; a fiery star set ablaze across the universe. In turn, reality caught up with us. We were burned out without warning, and that was that.
There will be other stars. One galaxy alone holds billions. But undoubtedly, there will never be another star that smolders like ours. And I will be spending the rest of my moments, until I’m nothing but a rotting corpse, searching in vain for one that can burn as brightly as ours.
(by whatmarielsaid)