That time.

That glance in a crowded room.
That awkward conversation starter.
That accidental brushing.
That courageous move to hold hands.
That nervous laughter.
That sweet insomnia.
That never ending wait for a phone call.

That ringing of the phone.
That endless conversation.
That uncontrollable blush.

That date.
That minute you walked in.
That pounding of the heart.
That hot chocolate.
That pair of eyes.
That walk in the park.
That kiss on the forehead.
That sigh.
That first kiss.
That gasp.

That time.

ABUSE

That is a very blatant title. Well, I can't think of anything else. It happened last night. It started with him saying that he just wanted to lie by me because he felt good when he did. I whispered "No! That's not a great idea". I didn't yell. I didn't put on a stern face. I whispered. And then well it happened. Pangs of pleasure were louder than caution. And then I said "Enough! It hurts!" He stopped. And I don't remember when I fell asleep. But I awoke to see him fondling me while I was asleep.He got done. And then he kissed my forehead and left. I went back to sleep hoping the morning would never arrive. That I didn't have to see the marks of the night in the harsh daylight. Well, nature isn't forgiving. Cruel daylight revealed it all. He isn't the abuser. I am. Both the abuser and the victim.