Me and Diana have been cuddled up against each other the whole three weeks we have been free. God, I missed this. I missed this happiness and her warmth.
I missed being in her arms. I missed her kissing my head when ever I got frustrated. I missed being able to tangle our legs together while watching a movie. I missed making love to her.
She is such a special but strange soul. I love it, I love her. God, those words could never get old to me. I still don't understand how I could fall in love with my kidnapper, but she found a way to wiggle into my heart. Forever into my heart.
Something about this woman, something about us together that just makes sense to me. Everything makes perfect sense to me when I am with her. About a year ago I was traveling around the world, or so I thought, alone. Lonely.
Although I wish we could have met each other on better terms, you know, willingly, I still am grateful that we found on another. Or that she found me, in this case.
Her soft cherry tasting lips, her silky wavy brown hair. Her beautiful brown eyes.
I know she has me forever, and I know I have her. She makes me say every night while we make love that I am hers. I don't know if it is possibly for reassurance or not, but I don't hesitate on saying it.
We have gone through hell together, even though I think that was only the beginning. Diane told me a couple times that we must now always be ready for anything because she has more unwanted enemies; ones who are willing to hurt me to get to her. I am indeed her weakness.
I was worried for a while that some of James' men would come after her and I once they found out what happened, but she told me about how her people blew up there entire sanctuary. There could be more men roaming the streets, but not enough to be worried for.
It seems our story has just begun, and she cant promise me that there wont be more bumpy roads ahead of us, but I just pray to god there are none. I just want to stay here in her arms forever.
I will always and forever, for eternity, be hers.
THE END