I don’t know who you are, or why you did what you did, but if I could go back in time I wouldn’t stop it happening. You caused me so much pain, from when I was young girl to someone on the brink of womanhood. But honestly you made me who I am today. Every tear you made fall, every chest tighten, every bout of depression…it’s all been the build up to something. Because even though I didn’t realise it at the time, you weren’t what I wanted and you definitely weren’t what I needed. I’m stronger because of you, and I know what I don’t want. I can laugh at how naive I was. But if I’m honest, the thought of what you did still sickens me. I don’t know how anyone could do what you did. You are just a memory now, and this time you’re going to stay that way.