You were like fire to me.
So beautiful. So mesmerizing. So... enticing. But you were also dangerous. So very dangerous. I could not get near you. I shouldn't. Not too close. Or else I'd only hurt myself. I was like a moth drawn to a flame. Tempted but cautious. Distant but captivated. I tried. God knows I tried. But you were a force field and I was inside it. Bound by your energy. Grounded by your gravity. Caught by your charisma. And, like a moth, I couldn't resist. And, like a flame, you couldn't save me. My self-destructive attraction. My downfall. My most painful yet pulchritudinous burn. My sublime catastrophe.
And I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.