Liza-
Why does it hurt so much? Why? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? I just did the right thing, the correct thing. I told him that he can't use me. He can't do whatever he wants. I let him know that I'm not going to be, just another girl, who warms his bed. Then, why, Oh God! why does it hurt so much?
After saying those hurtful yet true words, I walked away from him. And now, here I am, walking blankly on the street. I know tears are streaming down my cheeks, but I don't do any effort in wiping them off my puffed cheeks.
'Will he come and stop his car by my side or in front of me? Will he tell me that he is not like all those other men?'
With all these thought swirling in my head, I notice a small café and walk towards it. Good thing, there isn't that much of a crowd, because I w
