When I was fourteen I wrote that it always felt right kissing Satan, it always has...it probably always will.
Remember when he demoted me to high-fives because I punched him?
And when he used to wait for me outside of Geography class...it's weird that I could have so many memories of him when we were always fighting all the time.
(I have a feeling this post is just going to be all about him, bear with me)
He used to talk about me a lot...he told all my friends how I broke his heart.
That one time when we were on his bed and he almost started crying because of all the girls who fucked him over, I couldn't even say anything because I fucked him over too.
He was always picking me up, spinning me around, carrying me "bridal style"...giving me cigarettes, listening to me complain about bullshit, dealing with me drunk, high, bawling my eyes out...he dealt with me screaming and swearing at him...he dealt with me teasing him, and crashing at his house all the time.
It's a wonder he still talks to me at all...
When it comes down to it he really was always there for me, no matter how much we fought.
He was such a huge part of my life for such a long time, little wonder that I'll always love him.
Mister J keeps teasing me that I'll always have a soft spot for Satan.
{Stay tuned for Part Two}
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