He watched me from afar for over a year.
Everywhere I went, he was there. His eyes on me.
Little by little, he got closer. He stalked his prey…and that prey was me.
But I wanted to be caught.
I wanted to be his.
I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
So I gave into him.
I was his.
She was mine.
She had been from the second her eyes connected with mine from across the room.
I watched and when she was ready, she became mine.
She owned all of me, heart and soul, and I owned every single piece of her.
Problem was, someone else decided they wanted her too.
But nobody threatens her and lives to tell the story.