Annie
I clung to him like I would never let go.
And of course I wasn't. Literally I would but metaphoricly I would cling to him forever.
He was my rock, my solid wall, my anchor. He was what kept me from falling into the small dark pit.
And even if he wasn't, I would love him anyways.
"You're mine Annie," he said clinging to me, "I'm never going to let you go."
