I've always loved him. I loved him since the day we started talking. He was so nice and sweet but I might've ruined him. The longer we were together the more he darkened. Every time I made him cry we were getting closer to the last until finally it stopped. He just got mad,dark and sometimes violent though he never hit me. Sometimes I wished that he did so that I can feel better about the way I was treating him. I wasn't just spoiled it was quite the opposite. I was hurt and afraid. I was afraid that he'd betray me like they did. A part of me felt like he would never hurt me,but better safe than sorry. I had to leave him so that my fear wouldn't become a reality. I thought I'd never see him again but here I am the morning after a crazy night with him, now I'm on one of my fathers Private Jets on my way back to New York. He's probably woken up by now to see no one laying next to him,knowing that I've left him once again.I finally arrive at my parents huge upper east side apartment. I
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