zippers and sweaty palms and being too scared to say no. I said I guess, I said I'm scared, I said if you want to, I said I don't think I can do this, I said I'm sorry--or I said nothing at all. he told me that I could stop if I didn't like it. but he knew I'd like it. it's been six months and my brain still tells me I should've liked it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it. I was supposed to like it.
