read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

September 21, 2010
You are mine.

That's what you tell me. I stare at the text, my skin tingling. I'm not sure if the chills running up my spine are from anger or satisfaction, but I'm shaking with them. There's a odd buzzing in my head. Static. A blankness.

Yes... I suppose I am.

I belong to someone. I am owned. My happiness is dependent on you, on your mood, your whims, your texts and touches.

That is not what I had planned for my life. When I imagined love, I never got further than the wedding. Love? It is a frightening thing.