I used to say I never cared about my virginity. Not that I didn't care about anything, but it didn't bother me to think how it would happen. I used to think I didn't romanticize some biological factor of my body. I used to think I was a very open-minded and easygoing person. That was until you took it. When I said I didn't care about it, that didn't mean I didn't care about my body. I loved myself, but you took away the freedom of choice I had about how I lost that oh-so-sacred V-card. I said I wasnt going to wait until marriage, but that doesnt mean the object of focus was totally useless. I never told you okay. Silence doesn't equal consent and it sure as hell doesn't equal eagerness. So why was I left in the bathroom with a mess in between my legs reflecting my inner mind. I used to say I never cared about my virginity; I didn't care, and that was my error, but it was also yours.
