Ivanna
I don't know why I'm hugging him to cry out. I should not. If he is the one who gives me the best memories, he is also the one to give the worst too.
I can feel my body shivering in burning pain inside me as he hugs me against him tightly, continuously asking me what happened?
Why don't I stop finding comfort and peace in his arms?
Even after knowing how many times he has lied to me, I still look for him when I'm in pain. Maybe, because no one was there to share this pain.
I remember screaming alone in my apartment, crying all night. But there was no one to comfort me, hug me tightly and listen to me. I could never tell anyone what I was going through.
Months!
It took me months to pull myself together. When the crumbling trauma killed me every day, every single night, I coul
