"I love you," I wrote, not knowing what I was getting myself into. He wrote it back, filling me with complete joy at the time. "I am so lucky to have someone who cares," I wrote, not knowing just how much he cared. How much he wanted me. Each night had a happy ending, each night I felt a little less sad.
You are not normal, but he makes you feel normal.
"One day..."
Normal? A twelve year old and a sixteen year old?
"I wish..."
Shut up.
"I don't understand how such a beautiful girl could hate herself? Please... Please do not harm yourself?" He begged. At this point, I hadn't done much harm to my body, I'd just cover it with long pants and sweatshirts.
"Beautiful, are you blind?" I'd say each time, and he would get annoyed each time.
We'd bicker over my self-image, but neither of us knew it'd run much deeper than my self image.
