The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I

I Honestly Have No Idea How To Live Without You.

Your Scent Is Like A Drug To Me Like My Own Personal Brand Of Heroin.

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

So This Was Different. I Was Amazing Now - To Them And To Myself. It Was Like I Had Been Born To Be A Vampire. The Idea Made Me Want To Laugh, But It Also Made Me Want To Sing. I Had Found My True Place In The World, The Place I Fit, The Place I Shined.