“It started off with a bang.” No it didn’t. “It was love at first sight.” No it wasn’t. 

I didn’t know when it started or how it started. But I fell in love with her, that I’m sure of. 

It was the darkest of times. Depression. Suicidal thoughts linger around longer than it should have.  It was toxic. And I love it. And I cherish it. Because I didn’t love myself enough to not to destroy myself. In the sea of suffocating madness and depression, there she was. The only thing that’s pure and certain. She loved me enough to not let me destroy myself.