After we had been together for a year
and a half,
he laid me on a table and told me to
He put his hands on me, and I thought
This is it.
…the moment he finally sees me, and knows that I am
too much. That I am too broken, too ugly, too unloveable.
His hands moved over me, pausing where he felt my fear, coaxing my body to relax into his palms.
It was painful to be the center of attention.
And not be allowed to hide.