Our game was Truth or Dare.
This chapter I am not going to focus on much, but I would like to bring it to light; you were not a "one night stand" you were something I loved truly for a short period of time. I noticed all the little flaws you had in yourself, but I felt like a piece of me could have saved you; why did I think that?
You always picked dare, and I always picked truth.
The truth was that I thought you needed me, and I thought you wanted me, but you didn't; the reason why you kept picking dare was because you never knew how to tell the truth.
You strung me along like a puppet, and that was not fair to me nor to yourself. I was happy to meet you, even if it was a short period of time.
When our bodies touched, you would look at me gracefully and say how beautiful I was, but I never believed you, and I am glad I never did. You easily got angry, and a part of me was scared of that, but I almost slipped again into a trap that I was once in; he loved putting his hands on me for purposes that were not love; you probably could have done the same, but I am glad I did not stick around long enough to find that out.
But we didn't finish our game, sadly.
So that being said, I dare you to get help and to make sure you love your kids more than you love yourself, to be less aggressive, be more kind to yourself and to others, and to reach out to me when you finally have grown up a bit.
I will be waiting for my turn; until then, the ball is in your court.
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The Thoughts Of Amber
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