Prolouge

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Do you ever want something so bad, you become obsessed. No matter what that person does, it amazes you, and you just simply can't get away.  As if you're waiting for the day you get to taste the sweetness of their beautiful lips. Or when you get to caress the softness of their curves, the smooth skin that has to feel like feathers beneath the tips of your fingers.

I dream about her every night, the way she looks at me in my slumber with those big violet eyes.

I watch her every morning, the way her smile glows when she sees the sunset from her window. 

I listen to her thoughts, picking up the journal from her room to make sure she's doing okay.

I feel her pain, when she's crying in her sleep, I make sure to hold her hand to stop the nightmares, to sooth her.

Sometimes she writes about me, saying sweet words that whisk my heart away. Even though I can't find my name in the book.


She's my beautiful princess, and when she's ready, I'll make her officially mine.

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