I know I loved Leila, but it didn’t feel anything like this. There wasn’t this fire. We grew up together; we fell in love over time. This is the opposite. Zara threw herself into my life and consumed me entirely. It’s as if without her, I can’t fucking breathe. I’ve never felt this. I never want to with anybody else. This need to own her, for her to be mine. For her to stand by my side and be my queen. Fuck. It’s quite plausible this is even more than love. She is my life.
