I just now realized how weird it is, the reason I broke up with one of my first boyfriends. I was 12. It was the year the cuilverse was created, around this time. I couldn't fight what was happening each night and I couldn't tell him (couldn't tell anyone, but especially not him). He was only 12, too. I made up the excuse I just wanted to go back to being friends... I'm not sure if I ever did tell him the truth. Just... what kind of kid has to do that? And why was that the choice I made? I mean, I know why, but how did I know that was even an option?

Heh. Funny thing is, when we met again as adults, he ended up calling me a whore.

21 years ago. Curious. Lifetimes ago and yet right here right now, too. At least it doesn't hurt anymore. My past, future, and current self are all high-fiving right now. We did alright in the end.

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