B.A. Perry

We were perfectly placed, perfectly disposed to one another. Our pieces fit so well together, not in the way that puzzle pieces are carved to click, but in a clumsier, more accidental way; we were a city skyline _ unplanned architectural mastery. Designed by the heavens, and you called me your angel _ even when I was undeserving of that accolade. You__ call yourself the devil and I__ feel betrayed. Because for me, we were the same, either two sinners or two saints.

I had wanted you and then I got you, and it__ hard to say who really chased who. Want like ours was two cats and no mice. Want like ours manifested paradise. You ran for me and I ran away_ until I ran toward you and you did the same. And it happened so fast. We collided so fast. You became mine so fast.