There’s something poisonous about love that I just can’t get enough
of. It entered my life a mercenary, a stampede through my heart when I least
expected it. I was a lost soul that had sunk into a deep depression, dropped
two dress sizes, dropped out of university and fled far away from the promising
future I had always worked towards. Then I was smothered by an enchanting satyr
and once I was enticed to the other side, once I had tasted love, I just
couldn’t waste another day of my life without it. So I followed it. I stalked,
vehemently pursued and hunted it down like prey.
