I've always loved disasters.

I was young, of course, I didn't know what it could do to me. They've always dressed up as the calm, but little did I know that they would actually ruin me. It led me to a faraway place, somewhere I didn't know my own existence--just pure nothingness. I lost myself, my own being, and for years I thought I would gain everything, but lost all of it.

And then you came along.

I felt like a blank canvas when you came. I was so caught up with my own emotions that it totally ruined and drained me into nothing. I forgot the feeling of being in love. I've always thought that it was the disaster that defines the feeling of it, but

actually,
it was the calm dressed up as a disaster.