“When he touched me, he made things feel better that i wasn't aware felt so bad”

“That man made me feel things I never imagined could be felt. He made me want things I wasn't sure I could have. He made me need things I didn't know existed.”

“It made me feel good to know that I could see him and he couldn't see me, and that I was aware and fully conscious and he wasn't”

“As if the daytime wasn't bad enough, I dream about him. Every night for three nights in a row. I can't get out of that moment when I was in his head, feeling what he felt, hearing his thoughts as he kissed me. I can feel him loving me. And it kills me, that moment when I feel his love shift into fear.”

“And he was the reason I felt it. His gaze, his touch, his smile, his laugh, no one had ever made me feel... worshiped... quite like he did.”

“You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look."I wasn't aware that you had any.”