....And I loved you when you came running to me one cold december evening and held my hand telling me you need to run and I started off without a question because your eyes showed sadness and you wanted to escape it. So we ran on that deserted highway till the end of the road and you screamed his name and cried and cried and held on to me and I had to give you a piggyback ride back home because you refused to walk. I loved all your pointless dramas and senseless demands, a part of you just open to me. I loved how I knew you like no one did.

(Excerpt from an unfinished tale that might never get its happily ever after)

I can hear the gushing water nearby. I know I'm close. I run. I fall. I get up and run faster. And finally stop when I see it. Clear waters reflecting the colors of the rainbow fall down the hill into a cloud of white foam. The sound deafens me. I'm gasping for air after all that run. My hand on my knees. I look around. I can't find him. I feel sick in my stomach and the world around me swirls. I'm falling but I don't hit the ground. His arms surround me, "Easy, baby girl!", he chuckles in my ears.
This guy. This guy will be the death of me.

(Excerpt from a story I might write.)