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Taylor's point of view:

All of the spotlight, the get-love-quick schemes, all of the expectations from unknown people and even from the people I love to death. It was too much to handle by the time. I got into relationships and got out of them as fast as I could. I hated it with my whole body and with my soul. I felt like I could never genuinely love someone again. I could never fall in love again. I built up my walls and I wasn't willing to break them down. It almost felt like my love had been frozen.

Taking a break from social life was a serious decision, especially in my case. Half of me felt like I let my fans down, I let everybody down, but the other half... well, it couldn't agree more. I needed space and peace. I couldn't bear with fake friends no more, I couldn't bear with all the hate I got from people I didn't even know.

I was just a body that tried to live from day to day. I was depressed. I couldn't eat, I couldn't find the meaning of life. I couldn't sleep (and if I could, it was mostly because of all the crying). I couldn't find a way out...

...until one day. Until the day I met her. I met Y/N, the love of my life. She just stood there, so innocent, so beautiful with those mesmerizing Y/E/C eyes. She looked at me and her whole mood lit up and a smile appeared on her face. It was love at first sight, I know it was.

I had to love her in secret. I couldn't let the world to have her. I couldn't let the same world, that did me so wrong have her and experience the best version of her. As selfish as it sounds, I wanted that version all to myself. And I got it.

Being with her was magical. It felt like dancing. Dancing like it was for the first time with someone you adore and care about deeply. I felt loved and accepted by her. A love like Y/N's was rare and I would have done anything for her. I would've kissed her as the lights went out, I would've swayed with her as the room burned down, I would've hold her as the water rushes in if only I could've been dancing with her.

We were so passionate about each other without reason. I've never felt anything like that before. Something so strong yet so delicate. She made my life better. She was my comfort, my peace, my home. I was deep blue but she painted me golden. She loved me with her whole heart and that meant the world to me.

But I had a bad feeling.

I knew deep down that our intimacy will be destroyed by this ugly world.  She had no idea what she was getting herself into. Fame was a two edged sword. I remember asking her 'how were you to know?' I asked myself the same question. 'How was I to know?'

But she was worth the risk. It was clear that I was more than afraid to lose her from the very beginning of our relationship. I had deep fears that the world would divide us, but could we might dance through an avalanche? I was hoping the impossible to happen but, of course, no one could. Our love wasn't made to last. People started talking, putting us through our paces. I knew there was no one in the world who could take it. She couldn't take it. I can't be mad at her for that, though. She deserves a peaceful life with someone not so complicated. She deserves a love that is private, that is discreet.

But truth to be told, I hated it. I tried to deny it, I tried to ignore the the feeling of her being with someone else, being happy without me. Live without me, even breath without me. I hated that I couldn't spent forever with her hands in my pocket, with her laugh in my house and with her thoughts in my head.

I tried to be optimistic with this relationship. I tried extremely hard. She was optimistic too. She said there was nothing that could stop her loving me.

But I had a bad feeling.

Nobody could handle someone like me. Nobody could handle a life like mine. Not even me. I would simply leave me if I could. Without thinking. Although, I knew from the start that this love is doomed to fail, I wanted it to work and despite the storm raging around us, we were able to enjoy our love, our story (even if it was just temporary happiness, which eventually turned into pain and sadness).

Now, I miss it so much. I miss her so much. I lost the one real thing I've ever known. I was a mess after the breakup. But I was a mess she wanted. She wanted my highs and lows, my ups and downs. She wanted to be my side every step of the way. She didn't care about what other people say anymore.

She wanted me. She loved me and wanted me for me. She came back to me. She realized I'm what she has ever needed, what she has ever dreamed of.

And from that moment, we were finally dancing together, dancing with our hands tied, never planning to let go of each other again.

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