Chaos and passion are a dangerous mixture; like bleach and ammonia. Take it from a girl who could look at her lover and feel complete adoration and hatred at the same time. As i sat in the passenger seat screaming at him to floor it while the flashing blue  and red lights grew near I knew that I would never feel anything like this ever again. Because he could do whatever he wanted and I would stay right by his side picking up the pieces and ensuring that we made it through the fire, unscathed. The sirens ring louder and i look beside to my lover who wore an expression of fear. I flash him a wicked grin and when he reciprocates the expression we both burst out in laughter. “I fucking love you.” he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me closer. I kiss his neck and allow the passion to drown out all the other emotions. He was addicted to heroin and I was addicted to him. It was the perfect recipe for destruction and that’s what we were best at. Our companion behind us yells, “are you two fucking crazy? We are about to get arrested and you’re about to make a goddamn baby?” I glance behind us, irritated, and mutter, “ oh shut up and close your eyes. We have a plan.” He makes a hard right and grabs my hand tightly.