Wounds of the past
If You Loved Me, Why Did You Hurt Me? Maybe the first time you hurt me should have been the moment I realized that something was wrong. But I didn't leave. I convinced myself that maybe you were just angry. Maybe you made a mistake. Maybe you regretted it. Maybe after you apologized, it would never happen again. But it did. And every time it happened, a little part of me disappeared. Even now, I still ask myself: “How could you hurt me like that?” How could you hurt me while telling me that you loved me? How could you scream at me, insult me, hurt me, and scare me, and then suddenly become a completely different person? As if nothing happened. As if you didn't hurt me. As if you didn't make me cry. As if you didn't make me afraid. Then suddenly, you would become gentle again. You would tell me that you loved me so much. And because I loved you, I wanted to believe you. That became my mistake over and over again. I believed your apologies even when the same things kept...