We’re two people who never should’ve touched one another. We’re both too hardheaded, too stubborn, two flames constantly trying to burn higher than the other. We weren’t made for longevity. I’d wanted him too quick. Too much. It wouldn’t have been healthy; it never would have worked. No matter how many times my heart tries to tell me differently. Maybe all we were meant to be was that. Two star-crossed lovers that made it out before Shakespeare had enough time to kill us.
