Its been since the incident, was i ought to get over it? or just was stuck with the disturbing memory, that the man who i thought was going to be my everything, doesn’t exist in my life anymore.
Love. This single word had lot of molding to do, in my life. But then again, was it love or the people who i let in? I still woke up to nightmares, where he tried to torture me, end up crying. It was such a confusing period, where you love a person, but you know he is bad for you, every way possible.