Foreword

I roll over in bed and close my eyes for five minutes, but all my efforts to sleep are useless because I'm thinking about her. Obviously another awake night awaits me so I get up from my bed at once and go to the desk. It is impossible for me not to spend hours and hours looking at her photos. I grab one of the photos on the table and start to appreciate them again, the photo was taken from behind while Kim was walking along the road.

I remember that day perfectly, she looked totally carefree, with her hair down and listening to music with her headphones on. In the photograph you can only see her back, her long legs and her short hair, but it is more than enough to drive me crazy. She's a goddess. Everyone should realize how magnificent she is, but apparently they see her as a normal person. Anyway I prefer it that way because it will be mine and nobody else's.

I put the photo on the wall and tape it, its place is next to the others. My photo collection is quite large and I am proud of what I have achieved. So far, my favorite photo is one that was taken from the front when she was sitting under a tree. Kim appears smiling while talking to her cousin and that gives her a beautiful touch. I could spend the whole day admiring her photos, but I feel like something is missing from my collection. I have no photos of her, eating or reading, and that is unacceptable. I have to capture those moments at all costs.

She is too deep in my mind and in my blood. I always find myself wondering what she is doing and what she is thinking and that somehow gives her dominance over me. She does not even know the impact she has on my life, but the day will come when she realizes and I must be prepared for that moment.

I know that Kim loves me, we are for each other, and we could both spend the rest of our life together. We would be so happy away from everything and everyone. She could make me her slave without any problem, living at her service would be a dream come true, but there is a problem. I pick up another photo from my desk and look at it with disgust, there he appears talking to her. I tear the photo into pieces and drop them to the ground. I have tried to be patient and to control my anger attacks, but my patience has reached its limit.

He is to blame for confusing her. I must not allow him to approach her, I will not let him separate us. He thinks he is very intelligent, but he is not more cunning than me. I admire his courage because I know he is not willing to step back, but neither me. I grab my ax and start sharpening it. The time has come to take more drastic measures. If I have to kill him, then I will.