I thought it was over when I moved away.
Oh how wrong I was.
But I was wrong about the part where I said you broke me, because you certainly did not. I didn't even know the meaning of "broken" when I wrote that sentence.
But this part isn't about you in the slightest, you were just a small part of something big. You don't even matter to me anymore.
Like I said, this isn't about you.
I was wrong when I thought I'd gotten away. I had, in a sense, gotten away. From you. Only to be handed over to someone worse.
And this story is about that someone worse.
