Dear P.

From time to time I think about how you took my virginity so coldly and left me, confused and sick and upset,,,,, two years ago. I told you no, get off of me. You said no. I wanted it, right? I wish I could have a conversation with you, or go back in time and erase what we did. But it’s too late. Even though you’re dead, the memory is very much alive. Hopefully one day I’ll forget and let it go . Now that it’s off my chest , Rest In Peace ✌🏽