I remember the boy i was with before you. I never told you about him. I never told you why i got so nervous when you touched me. I never explained the toxic relationship i was in for months. I couldn't tell you. Then you would pity me. I should tell you. I should tell you how he hurt me in more ways than one and how he tried to make me do things i didn't want too and how i was so terrified i didn't leave for months. But that was my past. So do you really need to know that? Do you need to know that he bruised my body more times than one? Or that i was never safe when we were alone? I don't see the point of telling you when it'll do no good.
