I will smile when I remember that I forgot about you. I will smile because my heart will be at peace.
I went on to live my dreams, choosing them and the promise they held, knowing that if I gave up everything I’d wanted and worked so hard for just for you, I would resent you.
Our days were numbered, the writing was on the wall, but we chose to ignore it even when we were walking on a thin line. And eventually, the line broke beneath us.
Yes, that was one of the problems in our relationship, but we brought many things into our little world, making it difficult to maintain.
Regardless of what I want, you are happy, and I’m trying to be happy for you because you really do deserve it.
I am a victim of sexual assault, but I feel it in two ways—from my own traumas, and the disgust of what my sibling was capable of.
I held resentment for my parents for the longest time—that was until I realized I was only hurting myself.
I confused abuse for love when I looked for the damaged parts inside him and tried to love them.
In today’s world, I like to believe that we are all very conscious about the reality of slut-shaming, victim blaming, and rape culture.
There’s an African proverb that says that “until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.” Well, guess what? The lion finally learned how to write.