We may have been toxic as fuck together, but for those brief months when we were together, we were happy. I can’t remember ever feeling better than I did when I was in his arms, or on my knees in front of him, or just lying under the bridge with him, my head pillowed on his arm, talking. For a girl like me, that’s as close to happy as I will ever come, and I didn’t even realize it at the time.
