Can you tell me something I asked

"Can you tell me something?" I asked .
He looked at me , gulping down the nerves that's so evident on his face , knowing what I'm about to ask was going to be painful , heavy.
"Tell me why you loved me again , and then tell me why you left."
"After all these years , that's what you're going to ask me?" He shook his head , not sounding the least bit suprised.
"I loved you." He said after a while ."because i couldn't help it , you were stuck #underneath my skin. You were the #air I didn't think I needed to breath .you were... dangerous and magnificent . You were the love of my #life."
"And I left you because no matter what we did , we were bound to destroy each other." I gave a sardonic laugh , and smiled at this man , and remembered this boy who used to set me on fire , the one.
Minutes passed and we just sat there , sipping cups of coffee like it was the most common thing , acting for all the world like friends catching up with each other.
I swallowed all the hurt blocking my throat like acid and I looked at this man I had no privilege to have watched grow , but loved...#love, still all this time , #always and asked "Do you think we'll ever stop loving each other?"
"No" he said, looking away . " But I think we've never been meant to be together " ...