We are like magnets, he drew me in because I thought he would treat me like a glass bottle he could recycle after replenishing his thirst. I was wrong. Every broken piece made him work harder to repair. He made the bottle into a vase. He created painted colors out of nothing. I do not deserve this, or at least I tell myself this. Two guilts set in. The guilt of him making me feel a magnetic pull. Then, the guilt of continuing to see you in every corner you have touched. He works hard for this family we created. Why won't I let myself feel something?
