Weak! How can a weak woman bring me to my knees? Make me want to give up my freedom for her, only her. I will show her in the days and weeks to come that there was no weakness in accepting what I was offering her. Myself.

I didn’t kid myself; I knew that she had just as much power over me as I sought to exact over her.

It was just manifested in different ways. Already she owned pieces of my heart, if not all of it. No, she wasn’t weak, not when she had the power to ...