Michael

What, have you got no soul? You even said you felt as if you're lacking a soul these days. Flat, wooden, you said. No energy. No energy for a girlfriend. Can't keep it up.
I never knew how lonely I was until you took my hand as we went to walk along the beach in the moonlight. I never knew the whole intensity of my longing, my need for love and intimacy, until you put your arms around me. You walked along with such authority and confidence, you did. Casually confident and sexy, strong, and you did it for me. I went weak at the knees. Everything happend. I lost myself completely and wanted you.
You phoned. You phoned, texted, complimented. You told me I was the one you were looking for, the right girl, the one for you. Just the right one. And there were plans - children, property, a future together. Tenderness, you promised, and seemed to make it come true when you touched me, when you were close to me. Your masculinity overwhelmed me and I gave myself to you, and I thought you wanted me too. Oh, I was in love. I've never fallen so completely, deeply, desparately in love.
And then the other stuff started. I wonder if you're insane. I wonder if it was me. Did I disappoint you? Was I too shy? Was I, perhaps, too needy? And how can a woman be too needy when she's already been promised everything, absolutely everything?
I think you're a sadist. You want to tie women up, beat them, abuse them. You're crazy, I think. You're an absolute madman, no soul, I don't think. There's nothing there, is there? Deep down, you've got a great gaping hole where the human soul should be, and I don't want to see it ever again. Good Lord, what the Hell is wrong with you? And God help me, a sick, sick part of me would have let you - and even wanted - you to abuse me, fuck me, destroy me, just as long as you'd have me. I wanted to belong to you, I would have done anything. I wanted you to reduce me to nothing, good God, yes I did.

I wonder how many women you've screwed like this? There you are now, on MSN, and one minute you're Online, the next you're Away, then you're Online again, you crazy mother. I almost think it's funny, now. I don't quite know what your game is, but, and only by the skin of my teeth can I hold onto my resolve here, I don't want to play it again. No.