A Letter To Anonymous

Before you got to me, I was innocent and happy. I was untouched and trusting, but you took that from me. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember the feel of the callouses on your hands, the apathy in your eyes, the ice in your tone. You were the first person to truly hurt me, and I’ll never feel as pure as I once did. Remember that. When I close my eyes, I relive every moment with you, and a gentle touch still causes me to flinch. Remember that. I’m no longer the girl I was before, but merely an empty shell of her. Remember that. I remember rubbing myself raw in the shower and still feeling dirty. I remember covering every inch of skin and still feeling exposed. I remember refusing to let myself become vulnerable to others for fear of being hurt again. I remember the dull ache that refused, and still refuses, to leave me alone. If nothing else, REMEMBER ME: because I’ll always remember you.