She was something different. Holding her hand felt like eating candy in a galaxy full of stars. Looking into her eyes was like seeing gods light. Her smile, her smile could rip your heart into pieces. Everything about her was beautiful and cruel. My mind was hungry, venturing for something new. Her lips were like poetry. Our love was a bittersweet feeling that left me torn into pieces. And that’s something I’ll never get to experience again. You know, you never get the same type of love twice. It’s addicting once you lose it. You search for it everywhere you go, and you can’t stop because it’s the only thing that completed you. You search and you search and you’re left filling that empty space inside with narcotics and ***** to makeup for the lost feeling. It makes the pain go away for a little while but once the high is over you end up craving it even more. There’s no escape. She was the key part to making me feel whole.