“You told me once, before you kissed me, I would be yours. At the time I had no idea what that even meant. Now I know. I am ruined. No one, I repeat- no one, so much as laid a finger on me after the moment you said “Mine.” From that night until I take my last breath, I will always be yours. Should I ever be touched again, it will be your hands that I feel. Should I ever be kissed again, it will be you that I taste. You are the fire in my soul that cannot be put out.”
