child abuse. sexual abuse. physical abuse. emotional abuse. and all sorts of being used.
so traumatized, i find it hard to believe the charming man standing in front of me, the one who claims he loves me for me and not for what i can give him.
and yet, i cannot keep putting it all on my past blaming everyone who hurt me.
i have a choice.
to move on. to love again. to quit being afraid.
i don't want to be like them. i hate making you cry. i hate breaking your heart. i hate being manipulative. i hate what i've become.
i promise, i'll try harder not to hurt you anymore.
i promise, i'll make you happier than you've ever been before.
i'm sorry, for putting all my fears on you when all you've ever done is prove that you love me.
i love you. i hope you know. i hope you believe me.
you're my thirteen. and boy, are we lucky to find each other this early.
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