It was small at first - just an obsession I thought I would get over, but I didn't. It grew and grew into something I couldn't control, and suddenly I snapped. I cracked. And after all this time, even though I really needed help, he still found the courage to love me and take care of the damaged and controlling me that I had become. And yet, he was just as damaged. Something I could never get my head over. Maybe it was a trigger. ~Puzzleshipping~