One day, about four months into our friendship, He asked me what I looked like and kept asking me for a picture of my face. I sent Him one.
After I sent the picture of my face, I didn't get a response for about three hours. I eventually ended sending him a bunch of question marks, I thought I had done something wrong. He immediately started exploding about how absolutely adorable I was and how much he wanted to hold me in his arms. I said thank you and we moved on with our normal conversations, at this point we knew the names of all of each other's friends, pets and family. We were invested in each other's personal lives. Important to note, this was around the time my depression and anxiety disorders were really bad and I was going untreated.
Him asking me for pictures of my face never really stopped, it was once or twice a month and then once or twice a week and then most days out of the week. He would fawn over me, tell me how absolutely adorable and attractive I was and it was off-putting but something I could handle. Then I realized something, I had no idea how old he was.
I asked him how old he was and he didn't want to answer for a minute so I asked him again. He said he was seventeen, a few months shy of being eighteen.
Days Without Him: 4
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Literatura FaktuMy name is James. I need to let this out, somebody needs to know. I was groomed by a man six years older than me for almost six years. It started a month or two after I turned eleven. I just got out. I need to let this out, people need to know what...
