She was a rough cut, but a diamond none the less. She knew what she was worth and didn’t let anyone tell her differently. If they did, she got rid of them. She wasn’t going to go through all that again.
First her father, then her high school boyfriend. There’d been a long, dry spell for over 13 years where she’d let no one touch her and then she’d realised that suppressing that part of her wasn’t healthy in the least.
She’d gotten over that; worked through it and finally given in to the urge.
But after finally trusting again, she’d lost and she wondered if she’d ever be the same again. She told everyone he was it but her friends disagreed.
She wished for once that what she truly wanted would come true.