Juxtaposition

When I met you, you were the most amazing person I had ever encountered. Your intelligence rivaled mine. Your rage could meet my fury. Your humor matched my own. Your soul was filled to the brim with passion, as was mine. You loved me as I loved you. Before you, I was never right. I talked too much or not enough. I was too fiery or had no passion. I was all or nothing. Heart and soul or strangers. There was no in between. There was no gray area. I was black and white. When I met you, suddenly there were these brilliant shades of gray that intoxicated me and left me stumbling for words. I was finally the right amount. It was electrifying being around someone who was as powerful a man as I was a woman.

We were equals in every way and it was thrilling at first. The problem was, after a while, our passion became arguments. Arguments became fights. Fights became breaks. What once was mind-blowing became dangerous. We became toxic for each other. You were bleach and I was vinegar. Both strong agents when alone, but when mixed, toxic, and capable of killing. When I finally left, the same reasons I had loved you had become the reasons I had to leave you.