You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in you eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you'd wanted it for a long time

I hated you for everything; for making me feel so helpless everywhere I went, for making me lose control. You'd kidnapped me, put my life in danger...but I loved you too. Or thought I did. None of it made sense.  Let's face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there; you're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels

I suppose it made me feel grown up, sitting there with the most handsome man in the cafe, drinking a coffee he had just brought me. Maybe I didn't look all that young really. Maybe you just looked old for your age. You kept feeding me chocolates. That rich, dark taste...always in my mouth, clinging to my teeth. Before you, I loved chocolate. Now, even the smell of it makes me sick.