There was a man once who stole my innocence and broke my heart for the first time. I wanted his love more than life itself. I wanted just for him to hold me and tell me that I wasn't alone. That this feeling of passion was more than just an aftermath of sex. He couldn't. He never did. And when he was ready to, I couldn't hear the words. I couldn't accept their meaning. I ran and I've been running ever since.
Since then... I've had a hard time believing that I was worth love