He took me to a whole new level. He brought my hunger into being. He taught me how to want; he showed me how to yearn for things lavish. I wanted him to complete me, yet, he explained to me how he never could, because had he did, I wouldn’t be able to live through the immense satisfaction that I would begin to feel in my soul. With his words inscribed in my mind I wanted to feed off of his complexity, I wanted to be alone and alive all at once like he was. I wanted my thoughts to be concealed to the vault in my mind. Obsessively, I wanted him to give me a piece of him. Anything, just to know that part of his allure was with me at all times. He didn’t give, so I learned to take. He told me he was happy that he had trained me so well. And within those few months he was gone, like steam rising into the air, he left, and took everything he had taught me and even more of what he didn’t away. My insides clawed at each other as I realized that I had become a part of a sinner’s black book.