Worst kind of love.
It does not happen when good girl falls for a bad guy. Or a good boy falls for a bitch.
It does not happen when people with terrible past seek love in each other.
It does not happen when happy go lucky fall for the emos.
It happens when artists fall for each other. Artists – dysfunctional, broken, lost, empty souls. Most sensitive. Most callous.
The ones who set things ablaze with the flick of their fingertips. The ones who set hearts flaming with the glint of their eyes.