I was gonna meet you in Dubai.
The thought echoes in my head as I stare at my phone.
I wanted to know the real you. I wanted to know the truth you've been hiding, the truth you were finally willing to tell me.
God, I was hoping. I was hoping that somehow, knowing this truth would fix us.
I hoped that… I'd find my heart again somewhere in between your words and forgive everything we've been through, so we could have a future with a clean slate.
That's what I secretly desired, as stupid as it sounds.
But what did you do?
You came at me, threatened me, and tried to crush my wrist.
You tried to get me vulnerable with a text, and when you thought it didn't work, you resorted to putting your hands on me.
A tear streaks down my cheek as I look at my red, swollen wrist. It's still giv
