Anonymous

On Sexual Assault, Love, And Blurry Lines

When I was three months into my first “real” job, I was living the highs and lows of being an assistant…

So, imagine a world where this isn’t okay. Where friends don’t do this to friends.

Does guilt seep in at all when you think about what you’ve done? Does it matter at all that you’ve shattered someone?

Last month a judge confirmed, to Constantin’s face, that according to the laws of Romania, he has been dead since 2003.

The tears I’ve cried could fill a swimming pool—and for years, I thought it would be easier to just hold my breath at the bottom.

Loving you was simple.

I’m glad I have the freedom to write about this, and put it out there and encourage other women to do the same.

Say hello. Say yes. Try. Text him back for God’s sake. See what you discover along the way.

The silence leaves us assuming the worst.

True colors prevail in the quality of their departure, through and through.