As an ex-police woman my life was swirling out of control. I was in a hospital for 3 years before they let me out to live my own life. I was convincing myself that I didn't kill him, it was only the obsession. I refused to be obsessed again, I refused to let anything like that stop me again.
That was until I met him. Strong, successful, powerful. Everything I wanted in a man and I felt that part of me crawling back up out of the darkness.
Obsession with everything about him. His smile, his work, his humor, even his hair.
Everything about him was magnetizing and I couldn't hold back, I wouldn't.
I wasn't obsessed again, I wasn't.
I couldn't be.