He looked at me and I wanted to run away. His eyes pierced through my soul. I wanted to run but my body wouldn’t move. He got me right where he wanted me. I can’t tell whether I hate him or I love him. Our memories, our past, our history haunts me every day, but everyday, I choose to think about him. Our love was a different kind of love, a special kind of love. Then, everything changed. He was different. After I found out what he did, he was different. He became distant, almost unlovable. He pushed me away but yet, still wanted me there. He had the power to control me. I listened and I obeyed. Looking back, I deserved better, so why now in this very moment, am I stuck? Why can’t I move? He still has this part of me with him and I’m scared that he always will.
