Sometimes when I think of you I'm not sure what category to put you in. For a period of 6 months you were the most important part of my social circle. It was the kind of situation where it wasn't just a friendship and it wasn't a relationship but some awkward area in between. I should have learnt long ago that you were not deserving of my affection but I gave it to you freely. Filled the bowl with my warmth and love and gave it to you willingly. You took the bowl, nursed it for a little but you always were one to get distracted. The bowl left your hands, shattering into pieces at your feet and you stepped on them. It took me 18 days to break your heart. It took me 18 days before I realised that you weren't deserving of my bowl full of warmth. 18 days for you to decide that because of another man's hands on my body that I was ruined and you called me a slut because It wasn't your hands that created the ruins within my body.
