He said, "They love me because they can submit to me. You submit to me because you love me."
I remember what he said. I remember that he wanted me above all others. I remember the feel of his lips on mine, his hands in my hair, and his body pressed against me.
I remember my heart. I remember how it had been so shattered, and how he (at times) tried to help me fix it.
I remember being loved. Or FEELING loved. And I remember loving.
Yes, I remember loving, though I tried so hard to fight it, rebelled against it so ferociously.
I remember hiding my heart from him. And I remember him prying it loose from my desperate grasp and holding it with his own.
I don't want to forget. I just don't want to remember.
Laters