And holy fuck we were so in love. We thought about each other night and day, I still do. People swore you looked at me, the way you would look at a pot of gold and everyone, damn well knows that I talked about you like you invented the moon. Every day it was a battle to finish everything as fast as we can to see each other. If some thing happened and we couldn't. It was chaos cause I was the oxygen to your lungs and you were the blood that pumped through my veins. It was as if both of us were suffocating but turns out it was only me cause when I was struggling to breathe from all your perfect flaws, you were getting your air to breathe from her...