I once dated a girl who liked to be choked when we had ***. Her adrenaline coursed through her veins as she choked on the air she desperately needed And she liked the ******* not because she needed it but because she knew she didn't need it. I fell in love with her and she ripped my hart from my weak chest and trapped It away in a box. I should have known from the start that she didn't need me, like I needed her.