Hard to forgive someone who left me confused at such a young age which caused me to feel as if my worth was dependent on my body later on in life. You raped me. It’s taken me a long time to admit it, but there’s no way to sugarcoat the bitter anymore. I’m exhausted. I’ve tried to forgive you time and time again, but the flashbacks have become more and more vivid. How can I forgive without knowing the full truth? I can’t even remember how old I was, but I’m supposed to move on. Life goes on, but what happens when you get raped? Life pauses or passes by in a glimpse. I’m stuck between forgetting and forgiving because I’m not capable of both, but I want to stop letting you define me.