It’s not about what specifically you did. It’s the feeling in my gut that is disappearing. It’s the way I sleep at night without your voice in my ear, telling me what I need to stay up worrying about. It’s the way I move through the world and back in time, recognizing that I was amazing the entire time. It’s realizing that you never defined me. It’s who you are, and the fact that I am not an extension of you, I am my own person.
I cannot un-open my eyes,
and I can’t trust you now.

Luciana, 38