I am a thief by nature. It is part of my being to take what is not mine to take. I've stolen many an object – the harder to steal the better – but I could not steal from you. After all, how can you steal something you're willingly given?
The day I met you, it was you who offered me partnership, you who acquired my interest. You took hold of my mind in more ways than one, and you who lead us as a team, albeit to our defeat. You captured my thoughts and suddenly I was only thinking of you. For once, I wasn't completely set on revenge.
We became partners in more than just crime – your lips dancing expertly against mine was bliss, and the ungodly things you did to me with your body was my idea of heaven. I spent all of my time thinking of you, wanting to be near you. You stole my heart. Ha! A thief with his heart stolen – I can't say it was something I expected. You didn't just steal from me, though. You gave more than anyone has given to me. I received emotions, a feeling of being human; new experiences, an unquenchable thirst for life that you bestowed upon me. And there was me thinking I was the criminal mastermind of this duo.
I call myself a thief, but your kiss, and your virginity and your heart were all freely offered to me. How can I steal something I was willingly given? I guess you're just a better thief than I am.