I always imagined love to appear like that of a soft knock of the wind on the window. I always imagined that when i'd open the doors that sudden gush will make me fly, make me remember that i am alive. I always imagined love to be like a soothing sound of a rain against my balcony floor when i am reading a book, reminding me that not all beautiful things hurt. I wondered if love would just hold my hand and to the roads, talking about the hues of sunsets, sunrises and the leaves of my favourite birch trees reminding me if how we were nothing but a printer's pallette where the hues were mixed to make a masterpiece. But when you came, there was no soft knock on my window, but there was a hurricane behind it. And when you kissed me i could taste alcohol and your bourbon tongue in my mouth for days. You were reckless and you made me feel like you. I remember how your fingers touched my neck, and how my neck smelled of cigarettes a...