When you met him he was charming and had a shimmer of silver to his smile. He knew what to say before your brain could construct the words. And this young man didn't believe for a concrete second that chivalry is dead. He was suddenly everything.
But it started to change, as everything inevitably does. He told you first how to pursue a career. And then your closest friends weren't good enough anymore. You made a ****** ritual sacrifice here or there. Old connections had to go, keep the monster contained.
He sunk his tendrils deep into the non-photo blue sediment of your mind. And the man you called your own was tweaking the serene oceans of your psyche subtly and oh so surely. You inadvertently let him shift your beating heart into a writhing chaos engine for love, whatever love means anymore.
And he push, push, pushed you ****** into deep sinkholes you've never dared even tread near before. You are falling forward and back through the singularity of space and time, feebly holding your hands in front of your face, trying to protect yourself from a 20,000 foot fall.
Stopping your descent isn't a valid option. Halt a moving body so suddenly it will snap its neck. you are quickly approaching terminal velocity. Anyone who could of caught what is left of you was gone long, long, long ago. There is no coming back from such impact. It's mathematical.