There's something you should know about my relationship...
He didn't want me, but God, I wanted him
He didn't chase me, but my God, did I chase him.
In fact I chased him so hard that in the process I almost lost my mind
And now here we are, barely 6 months later and I am struggling to see why I gave up every part of my life to have him
I sit on my chocolate, brown, leather sofa and listen to him talking to himself, punching the punchbag he has set up in my garage, an area he has made into his own personal gym, listening to him now, it seems more like a chamber he has built to torture himself in
I hear him yell out and then punch after punch after punch land and I feel my heart beat begin to triple
This is my man...
My boyfriend...
The man I lost almost every friend in my pursuit of, and now he's lost in the turmoil of his own mind and I'm lost in the situation I have built for myself
I don't know what haunts him but I know it consumes every part of him, causes him to detach from the man I thought I knew, thought I LOVED and become... I don't know how to describe it but it's dark and it's cold and as much as I hate to admit it, it's... scary.
My name is Camila by the way, you should remember that, in case the police ever come around asking questions
