"I wonder if it's possible to lose myself if I never knew really knew who I was to start with." [a short story dealing with bipolar]

Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up, clenching his fists as he spoke quietly and more clearly with the purpose of his words to be heard, to be remembered and possibly never forgotten. ''Soon, you'll be mine. And you'll learn to love me back.'' © stereoids. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2018