I thought nothing of him at the time.
Would I be just a friend or something more?
All I wanted was to feel alive as I drowned in depression.
He was the answer at the time.
I was his trophy.
I thought nothing of him at the time.
As I approach 40 I am finally able to forgive myself.
All these years later the wounds are so fresh.
All I wanted was to feel alive as I drowned in depression.
Now as I look back I am filled with anger and shame.
Wanting nothing more than to feel beautiful and desired, I fell into the trap of a predator disguised as my friend.
I thought nothing of him at the time.
I wanted to be wanted but not by him.
The taste of acid filled my mouth as my stomach churned with nerves.
All I wanted was to feel alive as I drowned in depression.
It was all so wrong but somehow he sucked me in.
Did I even want any of this?
I thought nothing of him at the time.
Would I be just a friend or something more?