Rape me.

The feelings are still there. I know its there, living inside of me. It has a life of its own because i do not have the strength to kill it with my own bare hands. All the tears and pain and misery seem to be growing each day. So I have to grow stronger but it's hard. So far, I am doing just fine. Although, I admit if i told anyone that I'm over him, I'd be a liar. A big fat liar.

It's seems so odd because he was just here for a little while but his impact on me was as big as a tsunami. I feel such a foll. I do, I really do. At night, when I close my eyes, his image will appear. This might sound delusional but it's true. I used to like to sleep but now, I'm too scared to even dream. Speaking of dreaming, I had a dream about him, always. Then every time I wake up, there's that urge to cry again and again and again. I sound so hopeless but it's just hard. Honestly, he was a good man. The thing that broke me down the most was, I did not expected him to be that was. Yes, disappointment is and will always be the contributing factor in heartache. He appeared like magic then disappeared in a blink of an eye.


I'm fine. I know I am. Rape me out of this misery.

Sincerely, Aimi.