Amber
Six months ago, if people asked me if I wanted to get married one day, I would immediately say no.
I didn’t do commitment.
I didn’t do love.
I refused to feel.
Being in love equaled to being too intimate and love would develop there. Releasing later after later to my partner. Revealing my darkness. Showing the demons. No. I was done trusting people. I didn’t want to get hurt again. Just a casual f**k would keep me out of trouble. As long we both had our consents and I’d made it clear from the beginning that I wouldn’t be hoping from our night and the man shouldn’t be looking for me again if he wanted a commitment.
I thought that was the kind of life I would be having for the rest of my life until the day I was buried six feet under. Not until I almost got killed by the handso
