I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him to leave but he did. I didn’t want her to break me but she did. I didn’t want him to take advantage of me but he did.
What I wanted was a dad who would stay. What I wanted was a friend who would be there for me no matter what. What I wanted was a man I could trust to keep his hands away from me.
I am afraid of getting my hopes up. And yet I still feel saddened when people don’t come through. I’m so tired of living in fear. But my mind revolves around what ifs, And memories, And brokenness. And what if, when I try to think differently, and I get my hopes up, it’s all for nothing? And I am left alone again?