Telling the truth only took a weight off my shoulders, and I didn't know that speaking it would help so much.
I sit on the floor, still hugging myself, and I don't have the courage to look at Leon. As much as they say that I don't have to feel shame, I still do, even though two years have passed.
If it wasn't for this crazy man, who I don't even know myself, my life could have taken a beautiful turn. Would I be married and have children? Would I ever have the courage to have sex without feeling like throwing up?
- Duda, look at me! - Leon asks, and I don't have the courage to look at him yet.
I hear his footsteps coming towards me and I am pulled into his arms, crying even harder.