I’m trying to figure out how a person can become both your heaven and hell. Your darkest place and your safest place. The angel who brings you life, and the demon who takes it away.
You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before.
You were my bridge.