You knew it was wrong.

I didn’t.

You were the adult.

I was a young 10 years old.

I just wanted to be loved.

You wanted something else.

I didn’t know.

Now I feel that it is my fault.

You would have stopped if I said no.

My decision, fogged by the need for love, will now haunt me for the rest of my life.

I didn’t know there was more than one type of love.

How could you have done that to me, when my life was falling apart, when you knew about it?

How could you twist it, so now I think it’s my fault, instead of yours?

My life will never be the same, I will never be innocent, it will always stay with me.

Because of your immature, twisted, sick decision. Because of you.

I can’t stand to see you, talk to you, hear about you, know you.

I can’t stand myself.

I was ten years old when everything changed. This was just a part of it.

But this is forever branded into my mind. Everything. I remember everything.

I will never forget.