in the end, we just regret the chances we didn't take. ✌

and joy be with you... (:
 
lol no i'm going to sleep
night y'all
sweet dreams (;

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sorry that it's so short
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“Getting drunk, hitting on sleazy hookers, beating on paparazzi!?” Cassie spat at me. Her dark eyebrows furrowed and her emerald green eyes darkened like a sky does before a storm. “When will you learn, Justin!?”
 
“Cassie, you don’t—” I began, but she cut me off.
 
She rolled her eyes at me, “On a regular day, I would expect no less of you. But you did it all on birthday, which I might just add, you forgot.” She shook her head slowly, “Even I would never forget your birthday.” Just the way she said it, like it should mean something, stung.
 
“Cass, please.” I said slowly, my voice low. I moved closer to her slowly, reaching my arm out to her.
 
She shooed me away, “No.” Cassie muttered angrily. “No,” She repeated, “I’m so sick and tired of all this bullshit, Justin! And it happens all the time.”
 
I forced a hand through my tangled hair. “What do you mean?” I asked, but she turned and left the room, answering me with silence. I heard her footsteps disappear downstairs and it was quiet for a moment. I then heard her stomping back up the stairs, a large suitcase in tow. She tossed the suitcase open on the bed and began furiously opening every drawer. She rummaged through, flinging whatever she could find blindly behind her shoulder.
 
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her, trying to disguise my nervousness with anger. I could tell she wasn’t buying it.
 
She didn’t bother to turn to me when she said, “Packing and leaving.” Cassie sighed heavily and leaned her body against the bed frame, “I’m really tired, Justin, of all this,” She used her hand to gesture between us. “Let’s just be honest with ourselves; I’m not happy anymore and neither are you.” Suddenly a line appeared between her eyebrows, a crinkle, a small crease that I hated to see, only because I knew it meant she was sad. “I don’t want to waste anymore of your time.”
 
“Cassie, babe, we can get through this,” I said softly, wrapping my hand around her tiny wrist. “We always do.” I added, giving her a trying smile.
 
She shook her head again, “No, Justin. We think that every time, but I mean, look at us.”
 
I held my arms open to her and she slowly retreated. She fell unhurriedly as I wrapped my arms around her body. Her cheek was pressed against my chest. I whispered in her hair, “Baby, believe me. You need me like I need you, so you don’t have to fight it.”
 
And we stayed like that for a while. But this was just last year, our first big incident. Since then, we’ve only gotten worse. Now, Cassie doesn’t come back as easily and I don’t beg her to stay anymore. We can’t help but fall into the same trend over and over again.
 
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Love (noun)
1. an intense feeling of deep affection ; a great interest or pleasure in something ; affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf.
 
It seems odd to me that the definition of love does not include the feeling of pain. I guess that's only because maybe we're the only couple in the world like this.
 
And by 'like this', I mean we're so terrible to each other, it might actually be killing us as time goes on. We weren't always tearing each other apart, Cass and I. We were in love when we met. She was the only person in the world who had ever made me feel this way. But something within her brought out the worst in me, and the same with myself.
 
Sometimes I really wonder why we stay together. For me, it’s because I know that I could never live without her. A day without seeing her is a day wasted, even if we do argue endlessly.
 
For her, though, I’m not sure. Loving her makes my heart physically hurt, only because I know that staying in our relationship isn’t doing either of us any good.
 
Somehow, Cass manages to be everything I’m not. She’s evil and wicked, but she’s also charming, sweet and funny. She’s the words I can’t seem to find. I can’t stand her, but at the same time I need her like the air I breathe. At the end of each day I come to the conclusion that I’m addicted to the pain of loving her. But loving isn’t supposed to hurt.
 
So how can the only thing that’s killing me be the one thing I can’t live without?