I know you think we had a relationship. I bet when you look back, this memory is some sort of beautiful story in shades of pink with puppies, butterflies, and unicorn sparkles. You saw me, and something about me made you want me and have to seduce me into a “consensual” love affair. While I’ve spent a lifetime trying to tell myself I’m a normal human being even as I see the lasting effect this has had on me, you got away with it. No consequences, no…
