Someday, when you meet someone who’s living in a prison, you can remember how I was once imprisoned by you. After you left, I was overflowing with love that nobody wanted. You left me standing in the cold, with only you in my heart and nowhere else to turn. I can’t say I never thought of running off with whoever was convenient. But I never did because everyone else seemed so inferior. I felt that if I let anyone else into my heart for even a second, it would sully the love we’d shared. I’d never be able to live with myself. I couldn’t hate you or stop loving you, and that was only the
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