Do we ever really know all there is to know about a person? I don’t think anyone has ever known me—the real me—except for him. The one person I was told to stay away from. He’s bad for you, wrong and dangerous they all said. Then why did it always feel so right to be with him? He has loved me fiercely and without remorse my whole life; making my decision to choose him that much easier. It’s simple really; we belong together. He takes care of me, protecting me when no one else does. He knows me better and loves me more than I do myself most days. He might be dangerous to others but only when they try to hurt me. And God help the man who tries.