Truth is... I may have not said the whole truth. I told you I was in love with him and that I was going to leave you for him. I failed to mention the other half of it. So here goes..
I did love him and had thoughts of him and I being together. However, I would never leave you for him and I think he knew that when I sent that last snapchat saying "huh? what?" after he asked me to be with him.
Truth is I only had sex with him a month before he died because when he was standing there, looking in my eyes, he was broken .. his eyes glazed and watery, confessing his love for me. He was scared and sad. He kept begging me to have sex with him. He wouldn't stop and when I said I didn't want to have sex with him he got upset. He grabbed my arm and drug me to the restroom all while pulling the stroller with his baby right behind. I kept telling him that this didn't feel right and that I wanted to leave. He then pulled my pants down and bent me over.. he said, "don't make a sound". He inserted his penis into my vagina and fucked it til he came. I stared at the ground waiting for it to be over as it hurt so badly because I was not aroused. Once it was over we left the bathroom and he kissed me on the lips and said that he had to go. I messaged him saying that I was in love with him.. hoping his baby momma would see it and this could end.
-I never wanted to befriend him.
-I never wanted to have sex with him.
-I never wanted this.
It was you. Its always been you. I'm in love with you.

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