The Revenge of One Humiliated
Everything.
I think back to that night, six years ago. I think back to his face that I forgot. His name I never knew. His hands on my skin. His voice in the dark. His warmth against mine. That feeling of being loved, truly loved, for the first time in my life. That feeling of being safe, of being protected, of being precious. That feeling of no longer being afraid, no longer doubting, no longer wondering if I deserved to be loved, to be happy, to be alive. That feeling of being myself, truly myself, for the first time in my life. And that fear. That fear that returned in the morning. That fear that made me run. That fear that made me leave. That fear that made me forget, that made me choose