Love. Who needs that? Who would want that? Who hasn’t had their heart split in two, because they were never their first option, and damn sure their second. I have. But I stayed. Why did I stay? It was love. I wanted to finally feel that I was wanted. It didn’t matter if he thought I was worthless. It didn’t matter if he degraded me, because he felt like it. Any love is better than no love...right?
Every day, I’m haunted and tormented. When, I look in the mirror I see a failure. A failure that let people that needed me down. I worry that it will happen again. If it happens to the people I care about the most, I don’t think I could live with myself. Can I put my torturous past behind me and start to enjoy life? Especially now that I have a reason to live it?