And so I learned to mistrust my instincts. I chose him.
I chose to believe in him and the past and not in myself.
This was my biggest mistake.
And I made it over and over again.
When I told him I knew everything, he collapsed like a cornered animal.
I looked at him down there on the ground waiting — it was as if he had thrust a bloody dagger in my hand and was suddenly giving me some kind of power. 'But you’ve already killed me', I thought.
What am I supposed to do with this?
