Trust Me, It Really Hurts To Stop Loving You
I really want to stop loving you because I know you don’t love me.
I really want to stop loving you because I know you don’t love me.
It’s not because I don’t like you or because I’m obsessed with myself. It’s neither, and jumping to either of these conclusions simplifies a question that transcends the boundaries of your knowledge of introverts.
It’s easy to stay when life is at a standstill. It’s another to insist on staying, even if circumstances are trying to tear us apart.
Just like Trump, he believed he had a right to my body without my permission. The shocking similarities between Trump and my ex didn’t hit me till the results of the election.
I have aunts, uncles, cousins, and a father who voted for Trump. They slut-shamed the women who came out with their stories of Trump’s sexual harassment and abuse, claiming they should have come out right after it happened, that it made no sense it had taken so long. I was not silent.
As my personal hero once said, we are stronger together. And nasty women will not be silenced.
Don’t let this define you.
Don’t let him define you.
Like Donald Trump said, I couldn’t be raped. I wasn’t pretty enough. And even if I was, it couldn’t be classified as rape, men are just going after what they wanted and “grabbing it by the pussy.”
Why should I care if he sees it?. I’m sure he already knows how I feel. But deep down, I know he probably won’t even read it.
What if we danced? What if we loved?