I was attacked by people who did not care how I was affected by it, or even if I died. It bothers me not just that I could have been dead, or ill, (as now) or any other responsibility, but that people like that have had control over you. It has left me frantic at times and emboldened enough to ask for your protection. Of course I was given no end of rankor for it by people who think others have ulterior motives simply because that is how their mind works. They never have known love. They think love is a number, not a pair of dark brown eyes, behind a serene, lovely face.