Chemistry

Our friends used to say that the two of us had chemistry. Their little in house joke. Strangers took it to mean we got along great. What they actually meant was stable when separate abut volatile when mixed. It was true. Though I was blind to it at the time. How could I not be? I was in love. He was everything. The other half of me. I felt it whenever he was near. Maybe that was the chemistry? Like sodium and sulphuric acid; slowly fizzing, heating up and up and up until the inevitable explosion that finally tears through destroying everything in its path. It was a long time coming. But when it came it hit hard and fast and left little unscathed. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'll never say any different. Even now. But he was also the worst of me. And I was the worst of him. It was no one's fault really. Not his. Not mine. We just...had chemistry.