He wasn’t someone who I wanted to talk
about the universe with. He didn’t have any interest to the world, how the
river flows, how the world rotates, how the star shines and how the tree grows.
He didn’t believe in any of it. He interesed about how I dance for him, how I
dress up when I am with or without him. He cared about what underware do I
wear. He cared about “Can I have sex with
you?” kinda question not “What do you
think about the universe?”
He is a coward, maniac and asshole. But I
did love him. I really did because I fell to his trap and I didn’t want to get
out. I liked the way he treated me like I am his pet. I liked the way he kissed
me like I am his slut.
I, even, still loved him when he left me
naked on the corner of our room with these scars on my waist.
But now, I’m glad that he left. I gain
weight and feel so much pleasure and even have positive mind. I am glad that he
left because I don’t have to cry when he fucked me so hard and I felt so much
pain, I’m glad that he left because I can wear any kind of clothes. I’m glad
that he left because I can lose all those anxiety and pressure feeling.
I’m glad that you left, asshole. I really
am.
