Am I going mad? I thought I had a shred of sanity left, until I saw you, I stood before you and wondered who I was. You looked at me and I saw something in your eyes I had never seen. Compassion. You were the light of the place, even as darkness was your only friend.

I hated you.

But you watched me, you taught me, you bought me from the blackness I came to you from and slowly, painfully, I learned to feel something besides the hate that gripped me. But I could not bear to see you; I could not bear to feel the strange new emotions that gripped me when I saw you. A burning that filled me, and made me want things I couldn't fathom.

I wanted you.

But I couldn't have you, wouldn't let myself have you, so I turned to ice, and fire is the only thing that conquers ice. I burned for you, I burned them all. I cried for you, I splayed them all... and this was my way of dealing with the demons that whispered your name in my ear, and painted your face onto my dreams. But then, one night as I screamed in my sleep, you came to me, you woke me, and the gratitude I felt nearly over whelmed me. Your cool hand on my feverish brow brought me forward from the visions I was subject to. Then you were up and at the door, having woke me. I whispered to you, 'I love you'. You turned back to me and said 'I know'.

I will always love you.