“What’s your poison?” She said softly, her head against his beating chest.
“Heartbreak,” He replied reluctantly, “and the thought of being in love.”
“I’ve never heard that before. I’m not too sure I understand what you’re trying to say.”
“Heartbreak is a terrible thing but it’s completely infatuating. When someone knows your biggest, darkest secrets and they still want to be around you. That’s something I crave for. It may be poison, but it’s never tasted so good.”