You and Taylor were THE couple. Both of you were well-known singers. You practically lived your entire lives together—from childhood friendship to adult romance. But your addiction issues became bigger than anything else. You needed her... but you needed the drugs more. And she couldn’t watch it happen. So...you left her, thinking it was the best for the both of you. Life went on. You found somebody new. So did she. Every now and then, you'd a small talk. She acted like she didn’t care what you were doing, and you tried to pretend it didn’t hurt...But the truth was—you still loved her. It showed in the whisper in your eyes. She told her friends she hated you... but loved you just the same. She was determined. She didn't care if she had to drag you to her house and lock you in her closet or if she had to handcuff you, if she had to become your wife or curse you out ...She was going to get you back. She had a plan—she’d do whatever it took to make you think twice, to remind you that you were never really not hers. Then one afternoon, you get a call from Taylor. She makes up some silly excuse—something about the bike you left at her place being broken (She smash it up..but you didn't know that)—just to get you to come over. Eventually, you give in. You throw on your best casual outfit and drive there. You knock softly on the door... it opens. And there she is, wearing a lilac short skirt that fits her like skin. Looking more beautiful than ever.