Modern Day Madame Bovary

'She didn't know whether she regretted having yielded to him or whether she didn't rather long to love him more dearly. Her humiliating feeling of weakness was turning into resentment: but this melted away in the heat of his embrace. It was not an attachment; it was a kind of permanent seduction. She was in his bondage.'

Never were truer words spoken. I am forever tied to him, bound to him and I can't seem to untie the ropes no matter how hard I try. I am consumed by the thought of him, the memories of his touch, his kisses, those beautiful, sad blue eyes.

The sight of him, the smell of him drives me wild with uncontrollable desire; at times I feel as though I'll go mad. I can touch him, kiss him, give myself over to him completely, but I will never have him. He is always just out of reach.

Music: Lizzie West 'Chariot's Rise'