Maybe that’s what happens, People just drift away. Maybe there is no love for one another. Maybe there is just I’m not sure.. people get too attached- I get too attached to people. I care too much. I think that these people love me; and maybe I thought love was my vision going blurry while he had his hands around my neck that one night in my basement. Maybe I thought that love was the different colored bruises and all along my chest when I took her up to my lake house that one summer. Maybe I thought that love was when your parent makes jokes of your past depression and self harm. Maybe that’s normal with other families. Maybe I thought love was the boy telling me he only wanted to get into my pants, because his brother was annoying him the night before. Maybe I thought love was when you told someone how their happiness is more important than yours; shouldn’t it be though? Shouldn’t you be more than willing to throw yourself on the line just to protect the person you love?
I guess I don’t know much about love. Because all of my past is filled with someone hitting you, or being held down in your house, or feeling tears stream down your cheek while he moans in your ear but you feel nothing but the weight of him on top of you.
I know how to love, I can love fully and purely.. maybe it was just the tears in my eyes that blurred the image of true love.

r.h. (May 19, 2017)