We crossed paths in the most organic way but while I wanted to progress as though you weren't there, something about your presence startled me and peaked my intrigue.
You brought me into your world and showered me with comfort but deep down I knew something was lurking in the shadows of our union.
My intuition was constantly knocking but I ignored it for the sake of "flow."
We were beautiful externally, you and I, but I could feel the walls closing in around us and the air thinning in my world.
I never wanted to grow so close to you where I felt I could not be without you but sometimes the subconscious finds surface.
Your influence was like a drug that I became addicted to. I felt like I needed you.
I listened to your every word like it was law only to realized how flawed you truly were.
I wanted to pity the fool I was for you, but how could I?
Because from the moment we crossed paths, I knew I was potentially walking into my demise.
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INTRODUCTION: AN ULTIMATE PLAYLIST To our worst memories; may they also be our best. That toast, known as “the Watcher’s Toast,” in a fantastical world I often write in, is meant to encourage reflection and peacefulness in one’s memories. Imagine if when you died, you had to relive your worst memory for eternity. That would be hell, wouldn’t it? But if you think about it, memories are always connected, connected by ever long strings which constantly remind us of each other memory. So, if you take the time and reflect and remember how your worst, darkest, most soul-crushing moments eventually forged you into greatness, reliving them wouldn’t be so bad. That’s why this playlist, which I made to listen to on my last drive ever home from college, is titled, “worst memories.”
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