I wanted to meet you and get to know you. I wanted to like you. I wanted to enjoy your company. I wanted you to be the first man to love me properly, the first one to value me. I guess I wanted more than what you could give me.
I was six years old when I asked to meet you for the first time. I took the directions my mother gave me and walked to your hou…
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