dear danelle

xxviii.

she was sitting in my lap, her head on my shoulder, that day when i finally gathered my courage to ask her about her past.

she sighed and started her story:

"my mum never truly loved me. my mum was only 17 when she had me. some man raped her and i was a constat reminder of that bloody night. she had an awful childhood, too. with years, i started to feel ashamed of myself. at the age two, my mum abandoned me, leaving me with my gran. i was always lonely beacuse they considered me as a freak. it was hard to live. and last two years, i became the me i am now. you remember what you saw at the first sight? yeah, that strong and confident girl. shit, no! i was struggling every single day, using makeup and clothing to look cold and cool. i cried every fucking day, i couldn't live with myself. i thougt i am worthless, ugly, fat and not good enough for anyone. and then you came up. the only one that cared. i was bulimic, i wanted to know how is it to feel perfect. and now, here i am. i love you."

i just stared in shock. i hugged her thightly and wished to never let go.

"i'm glad i found you" i smiled at her perfect eyes.