Lauren’s Story

“I had to leave that life behind. It was taking too much out of me to stay. All the dates, communication, love, sex, and quality time suffocated me. Why couldn’t he love me 5 years from now when I’m over my trauma. Damn that’s a good man. I packed my bags while he was at work and left the most pitiful note behind. He’s probably spit fire if he knew why I really left. I left because I am scared. I left because I can’t love him the right way. I left because I don’t understand his love. Why does it feel so good? Why does it cover me like honey under the moonlight? Why does it warm my soul like a chimney fire on Christmas night? I’m so foreign to his love, I can’t make sense of it. So I ran.

Tears knocked a few hours off my 24 hour makeup that night. I ignored all his calls to check on me that day. I didn’t even open the door to get my breakfast he delivered. I starved myself of the love he offered as soon as I could. Maybe starving myself to death would turn me into the coldest.”