Every time I think I am safe and he's gone - I'll never see him again - he appears. He came in to my work place today, it took the breath right out of me. Scared me. Made my skin feel like a million needles were pricking out all over me. I hate the power he has over me. Hate it. I hate that every time I see him, it feels just like it did when it was happening. He's probably, even maybe forgotten that it ever happened. I however cannot shake it from my bones.