I couldn't think of anything except him. I didn't want to be anyone except his. I didn't want to do anything except be with him. I looked at other things but I was lost in his thoughts. Nothing except him made me happy anymore. Nothing except him made me sad anymore. I felt only him.

I can spend a lifetime like this, just sitting here with you like this.

You're my soulmate. You feel familiar, like someone I have known since before. You are at the back of my mind always.

I was to be perennially torn this way without him. Now even more than earlier. Because earlier I didn't realize what being complete felt like. I didn't know that feeling until I lived it with him. But once I had felt it, things were never the same again. The lack of him was to be there always.

He made you dependent on him so that your happiness depended on his and his depended on whether or not you agreed to what he said.

He would treat me like a child, which was not a bad thing exactly, but came with shades of grey since being a child also came with the inability to make one's own decisions, being dependent on someone else and being directed by an 'elder' about the right course of action.

He would hurt me and make the hurt my fault. So no matter who got hurt, I was to be blamed, always.