I begged him to stop everyday. He never did.
I begged him to let me go. He never even considered it.
I told myself I'd had more than enough - so I did the thing I should've attempted months ago.
I escaped him.
There was something that told me I couldn't go back now. What was done is done and I knew in a few days I would have to tell the truth. But I just couldn't find it in me to love him. He loved me, I couldn't love him.