Love How You Love Me

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>All I wanted for so long was to remember the car crash that killed my mother. Like it might somehow chase away the guilt and the grief that followed her death.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>But now I remember and once again my world has been tipped on its axis.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I'm angry at the world. My mother. Father. And especially the boy who stole my heart and crushed it beneath his palm.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Everyone warned me to stay away from Atlas Scott-the bad boy football star with a reputation for trouble.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Maybe I should've listened. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>But our bond was seemingly unbreakable forged in the fire of tragedy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Until it wasn't and everything fell apart.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Now the memories that haunt me are so much harder to manage on the heels of heartbreak.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Graham my best friend is once again picking up the pieces while I search for vindication in all the wrong places.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Because there's only one catalyst for healing and redemption.</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Love.</em></p><p><br></p>