“If I could start over, there would be no beginning. I would never introduce my tongue to your name; never let myself become a falling grace from your lips. If I could start over, there would be no us; I wouldn’t be something for you to ruin, and you wouldn’t be something for me to immortalize with my words. If I could start over, go back to day one, knowing everything I know now; like what it’s like to be swallowed whole by an empty void, (by empty void, I mean our friendship) I wouldn’t. You see, there was a time when the concept of me did not exist without you; I was merely pieces of a whole, who couldn’t exist without you to complete the picture. I though myself smaller; thought myself into corners, and hidden behind locked doors, I thought myself gone for so long, hoping that, one day, there would be nothing left to think about. I allowed myself to be destroyed by the hurricane that is you. Enchanted by your sweet messages, filled with promises of tomorrow, and recovery. I was blinded by your smile, never noticing your razor blade fingers until my skin was stained red. Like all hurricanes, though, you left as quickly as you came. Your destruction paved its way through my world, not caring about what you left behind; leaving only me, swallowed by the debris of our love. For that, I thank you. Thank you for giving me the chance to take the rubble of our past mistakes and turn it into something beautiful— something untouched by your hands. You may be the storm, but I have lightening in my fingertips, and everything I touch is always left a little more explosive.”
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