I met the love of my life online. he was everything I thought I could ever want in a man, tall, intelligent, and a bit older than me. I didn't mind much, I was mature for my age. he was sweet, he said that i was smart. he made me feel important like nobody else had. we did adult things like adults do, sent naughty pictures back and forth. he liked it, I didnt mind it. as long as he's happy, right?
a month or two went by, we were still in contact, still talking and texting. he says he's near my city and wants to pick me up. I say sure. we arrange a day. we arrange a few in fact. and he drives hundreds of kilometers just to meet me for the first time. he's just such a sweet guy, right?
when I saw him for the first time, I did not know it was wrong. I did not know it would hurt. I was just a kid. I hate him for what he did to me, how could I be so stupid? how could I be so dumb? anyone else would've known better. it's my fault. it's my fault because it happened again. and again. and again.