Dear Boy,

Why did you kiss me? Why did you tell me you loved me? Why did you tell me I was beautiful? Why did you know everything about me? Why did you make me feel so special? Why did I give my whole self to you, when you didn’t give yours in return? Why did I let you make me feel so worthless that I cut myself, shut out my friends and lost myself so that you were the only person I could turn to? Why did you play with my head, making me think there was hope for our relationship when there wasn’t? Why do you tell me you still care? Why do I believe you?  

Emily, age 19