Moonshine

Love that makes your head spin isn't about romance, but strength. The kind that burns in your chest, leaves a mark on your lips, and makes you come back, even when you swear that it's over, that “enough is enough.” It's like moonshine - it burns, it clouds your mind, but you keep coming back for more, because without it, everything is bland, as if the world has been diluted with water.

There are no right words here, no happy endings - only the night, the smell of pine needles, and that strange attraction when “bad” and “good” are mixed up. Love that you reject during the day, but at night you raise your glass again - for it, for the two of you, for what won't let you go.