Him
It started with the smile.
The smile that make the light shine in the dark.
The storm that destroyed everything in its path cease to nothing but a rainbow.
The tears that filled my eyes turn into laughter.
Then it was the eyes.
The eyes that made fruit taste sweeter.
The arctic melt within seconds
The pain that always made me feel nothing turn into happiness and love.
It was his voice that amused me.
The way he held himself.
The cologne that always happily danced upon my nose, like the waltz.
And just like that
His smile.
His eyes .
His presence.
His warm embrace.
His words.
His actions.
Made me to believe that he was the fix i needed.
the drug i was addicted to.
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