I remember the last time I saw him, "it's just fucking" he said, and I knew he was using me, but I felt so strong towards him. I'd say I was in love. I'd say I still am.
I was his drug (so he said), yet he was mine. I close my eyes and I see myself on the beach, I was young, maybe 8 and I keep seeing this man... Dark hair, blue eyes and a moustache. I knew what he wanted.
When children have traumas, they hide them deep in a "safe place" in their brain, but I remember now.
Flashback: He cared for a minute, he liked me, he was happy. But he left me. He abandoned me and everything came back haunting me. My memories were never healed.
