One day, your hands won’t shake at the thought of someone kissing your lips. It won’t cross your mind that he may take things too far, and you’ll slowly begin to feel more at ease with the thought of being loved. And it won’t be the kind of love that leaves you sobbing after the continuous string of nights when he tried to convince you that your body was not your own, but it’ll be nights that end in slow kisses that for once, leave you looking forward to tomorrow. You’ll begin to realize that not everyone in this world wants to hurt you, and one day, you’ll realize that he never really owned you at all.

-k.p