"Mine!" That's the first thing that he said to me since the day we met. "Own!" He announced anytime he saw me around anyone else that wasn't him. "Belong!" He'd roar whenever I was seen with someone other than him. And that's what I didn't get. He spoke words of possession. To him, there was no him and I. There was only an us. But I didn't understand. He kept his eyes on me, he protected me from harms way even without my knowledge sometimes and he stayed glued to my side, whether I knew he was there or not. All of those times were sweet and generous. And I appreciated it all, honestly. But the thing that made all of it difficult was... I didn't even know him.