morales. something i though i had a firm grip on. but around him? they were something so foreign to me. i found myself falling at his feet with every move he made. he was a drug to me. a heartless addiction no amount of rehab could help me get clean from. i was stuck, in love with the beast that ruined my one picture perfect life. he was the darkness that consumed me and the light i once was. and thats how he liked it. thats what he wanted. and i didnt mind. i was his. and i loved it.