“This is mine. All of it. I’ll die before I let you leave me,” he said in a hoarse whisper. The possessiveness of that comment should have terrified me. Warning flags should have gone off. Instead, I wanted more of him. I wanted to sink into this world of his and get so wrapped up in this man that I could never leave. I didn’t want to leave. I could think of nothing that he could do to make me leave him. Was this love? Or was it obsession? Or were they the same? If I had known what was to come, would I have still felt this way?
