His love is not patient. His love is not kind. His love is sick and obsessive, just like mine. I never admitted how much I liked the vile things he did-not when escaping him was the only way for me to live. Leaving destroyed both of us.
His love is not patient. His love is not kind. His love is sick and obsessive, just like mine. I never admitted how much I liked the vile things he did-not when escaping him was the only way for me to live. Leaving destroyed both of us.