I wonder why no matter how far I go, I find myself turning back.

I loved you. Or so I thought.

Who is he to judge what I can and cannot do?

Who is he anyway?

You knew everything. I relied on that fact far too heavily. I’m telling this story now because of you, because of who you were. I want everyone to know what you did wasn’t right.

I want myself to know that you were wrong.

Still, I can’t tell my friends. I can’t tell the public. What I know must stay a secret. I can’t tell anyone. It’s forbidden.


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