She hated him. I'm not sure why, but she did. I had never disobeyed her so much. I would sneak to see him. When she found out, my nose would bleed. I loved him, that was certain, and there was nothing she could do about it. He only wanted me for sex, she would say. Of course, since to her I was a slut, this made sense. For the first time in my life, I knew from the pit of my being that she was wrong. He loved me.
Or so I thought. He said he was confused. He didn't mean to hurt me. He only talked to another girl. He was scared, he said, because he never felt this way before. I saw the honesty in his eyes. I forgave him. It was hard, but I did. I'm so glad I did.