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I finally met him yesterday. After two years, i’m finally reunited with my first and only love. It was the second time i’ve ever met him, but the first time i met him since we both professed our love for one another. He came to my soccer game and afterwards i saw him walking towards me with his black shades on. I walked straight into his arms as he hugged me for the first time. It felt like home. This is the start of a new beginning for him and I.

It was a dark night, the hum of the car overpowered by the thundering of the bass being blasted from the speakers. Lights started to whizz past as i took in all the brightness of the city of Raleigh, North Carolina. I held his hand while he drove, with my hair whipped back by the wind rolling through the open window. Before i know it we’re jumping up and down, densly packed into a crowd of screaming Mayday Parade fans, the stage but feet infront of us. We’re banging our heads and merging with the electicity of beat, screaming along to the lyrics. The band stops and the acoustic guitar is playing alone. The crowd intently listens, clinging onto every lyric. We sing along to our song, his hand gripping mine with the driving love he has. He looks down at me while im still singing. I pretend not to notice but he takes a hold of my face in his hands and kisses me. The singer up on stage notices and just smiles before he breaks into the chorus. I pull away from him and stare into his sea blue eyes. ”I can live without you, but without you i’d be miserable at best” he whispers as he sweeps me up in my arms for another kiss.

The truth is medicinal. It heals, scars, embraces and tears down. It gives us security and insecurities. We swallow them whole and sugar coat them so theyre easier to take our daily dose. The truth is that i have an undying and unrelentless fear of the past or of a reoccurance of it.