It’s come to the moment I’ve heard about from other people. The moments that I scoff at. Those moments when you watch one of your friends get mistreated and abused, and think she is so stupid for putting up with it. I’m that girl now. I finally understand the true pain of being abused, but being too scared to let go. Because the days that you allow yourself to love me are beautiful. And the days that you abuse me are clouded by better memories. I love you. But if I continue to love you, it’ll kill me.