Planning

He enjoyed the dangeorus thrills of life, as if he had nothing left to live for besides them. His own darkness was reeling him in.
That was why I hated him. I hated everything little thing about him. The way he lived for himself, by his own rules. The way he could pull anybody along with him.
But I learned, that hatred wasn't enough to douse the fire inside me; the fire that yearned so badly for him. His touch. His love.