Die For Me

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Before that fateful day in February I thought I had life all figured out. I thought I would hate him for what he had done to me. But I didn't. I loved him more than I ever thought possible. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome. Or maybe it was the realization that I needed him more than I thought I ever would. I knew I could never leave because I didn't want to; being without him only terrified me more.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Yet another unexpected bump in the road made me desperate to get what I wanted-what I deserved. But what if what I wanted turned out to be my nightmare? What if what I deserved meant pining for something that wasn't ever really there?</span></p>