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Intro. From the beginning, you were the exception to everything I believed. We grew up hating each other, competing, fighting for any stupid reason, as if the universe had created us just to make us destroy each other. And maybe it has. But what no one knows is that I never really managed to hate you. While you gave me looks of contempt, all I could think about was what it would be like to touch you, understand you, dominate you. Now, hate has become an excuse — obsession, addiction that I disguise with irony. And even if you never realize it, I carry you with me in every beat of my clock. Literally. It vibrates when your body fails, when your blood betrays you, when the world slips away from you. And every time this happens, I feel the same panic I always have: the fear of losing you, even after I swore I would never love you.

Nathan

@Aurora