The badboys dogtags.

I think... I think that even now, even when i know i was always just a toy, i think hell always be a part of who i am. I knew as soon as i saw him that night, that he would hurt me one day.

I was six and he was eight and he kissed me on the swings.. Under the stars at a dinner party my mother had hosted. And even at six i could tell that just like those stars he would burn me if i got too close.

Even at six he gave me butterflies, he made me nervous and on edge, i had never felt like that before. And when we said goodbye, it hurt to watch him leave. I guess that was a foreshadowing for what would happen in the future.

But i kept it in my mind, it was my favorite memory. Just like i kept the necklace he gave me, dog tags that were way too big that had his name. I would take it everywhere with me. It never came off my neck. It was a way that I would always remember him.

I was only six but he seemed so special. He just seemed important, like something historical.. i didnt want to forget him. And i never did.