I hate the feeling of love. The ways it makes me feel, the things I do. Yet, I also hate the feeling of not having someone to cuddle with, to not look someone in the eyes and tell them I love them. Walking through the hell halls seeing these people kiss and hug. I hate it. I want to be in his arms. His hands wrapped around me. We’re both alike, yet so different. Perfect as it sounds, my eyes were open before I thought and felt something. This one is requiring thinking for me. But I can’t help myself. I’m in a state of vulnerability. I know I will only end up getting hurt, like I always do. But I can’t stop because pain is my way. When I see his face imprinted in my mind, all I can do is smile. I told myself I don’t want to go through this once again. But there are just things that the human mind can’t control. And Tori - curiosity killed her soul.