Once, I thought of myself in love; he made me feel like I was his everything. I met Sebastian, and for the first time in my life, I was in love. But soon, reality came crashing down, and our fairy tale turned into a nightmare. I soon found out that he didn’t need someone to love and have forever with, as I thought, but he needed someone to control, someone to own.
Then, the mind game started, and soon I was always second-guessing myself. He made me feel like I was nothing, and I let him because I couldn’t stand to be separated from him. He had no idea who I was because I hid a part of myself from him. When I finally had too much, I made up my mind to leave him. Then, I found out I was pregnant, but that did not stop me.
Now, four years later, I watch him try to flirt with me. He has no idea who I am, but for some reason, I can’t help the way my heart skips a beat. My heart, the traitor, has slowly forgotten all he did to us. I wouldn’t make it easy on him, and I would make sure he doesn’t come near me or my daughter, even if it’s the last thing I do. Even though he acts differently, I don’t believe he has changed one bit. I let myself be a fool once, not again, never again.