“The truth is, I saw it as proof that I was wanted. That I was worthy, and special, and so goddamned irresistible that everyone would want to risk it all to have me. For a moment, someone wanted me more than they wanted their next breath. In my mind it made you wrong for not wanting me. It made everyone who ever mattered wrong for not wanting me. And some part of me also relished in causing harm, because I felt harmed.”
