Virginity.
It’s a constant reminder of what I’ve been too afraid to let go of.
But, I held onto it with both my hands, even when I was the only one who believed it was worth protecting. The only one who saw it as mine to give.
I gently brush my palms off on my thighs, then begin limping the last few steps to my building.
I systematically avoided men when I ran away from home. They were terrifying. Stronger than me. Crueler than me.
It wasn’t my intention to hold on to my virginity forever. I just wanted to wait until I was ready. The years just sorta slipped away.
I don’t still go out of my way to avoid men. I no longer tremble, or sweat, when a man makes eye contact with me. I also don’t do anything to seek out their attention either. With how much I work, I don’t really give myself
