Paula did it again, I am sure many of you can relate.
Once, I met a boy. He was sweet and caring and fell in love with me, and I with him.
But something happened, something unexpected and unexplainable. I don’t know exactly what happened, when it happened or why it happened. Whatever it was, it sent this boy into a very dark place.
For a time, I accompanied him in that dark place, but not because I wanted to be there. I had an obligation to him and myself, I thought. I had no idea how we got there in the first place. Things happened so fast. I don’t recall entering willfully, but I must have. All I knew for certain was that I didn’t like or enjoy the dark.
For too long it seemed, I endured the darkness and its shadows and fought daily to get us both out of there. But each time I tried to pull us into…
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