Why Me?

How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives? I understand that life is filled with ups and downs, but how does one just stay so focused on the down? I wish I could answer these questions for myself, but I can't! I have been stuck in this goo that is just devouring me in a matter of seconds because I cannot forget what happened. I know that it wasn't my fault, but I can't believe it. He said he liked me, that I was beautiful. He said that he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He said he loved me for 4 years. He said that ignorance is bliss and that he just wanted to be with me, to make me feel loved. I didn't want it to be true for he was 40 and I was 17. He is married, has kids, and works in the church. How could he do this to me? Violating me with his devious words and completely destroying my respect, my trust, and, even worse, my faith. Why? Why me?


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