Some say love exists, some say it doesn't.
Although this is a highly controversial topic, love is real. It is as real as the chipped nail polish on my nails, it is as real as the goosebumps that attack my body when I hear his voice. Just like how my heart speeds up at the thought of him, as the gradual thump per minute turns into two thumps.
He's pure ecstasy. At least for me. From his beach blonde hair, to his strong, callused fingertips, to the scars on his back.
He was the light in me. He is. There is no better way to say this, but he is my drug. He fucks you up but he makes you whole at the same time, you know? You know its horrid for you, but you want it, you crave it. You can't live without it.
It's my addiction. Everybody has one. Whether it be drinking away the days, or burning your lungs until they're scorched black from smoke. Just like the sun rises each day, he is mine. Was.
Some people are meant to fall in love, but not to be together.
But I know, damn- I know why it never worked with anyone else, I just woke up one day and I knew why things didn't work out with Gavin or Elliot or Dallas.
None of them are Austin Moon.
But This isnt a love story. This is a story about love.
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