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And the signatures! Black ink, blue ink, red ink, green ink. Indelible marker. I was filling with remorse. I felt sick. What had I done?
I looked for my clothes, they lay there in the bathroom and I slipped them on and then out of that house. I pulled my clothes over myself. People looking at me, the writing was all up and down my arms, my legs, on my face my neck. I found my way home and locked the door, lay in my bed and curled up into a little ball. Closed my eyes. What had I done? And why had I loved it so??
I never went back to my office. Not even to pick up my things. I showered three and four times a day, scrubbing myself, watching the stains on my body and soul fade gradually. I missed Jessica painfully. I wanted to live the rest of my life with her, but knew I could never see her again. I never did.
I changed my phone number. I moved.
Some things are too mysterious to bare. For our safety we keep them covered.
I opened mine.
This is my story.
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Oh, I have a tattoo now. It is of a butterfly.
When people ask, I say it is because I like butterflies.
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Recounted by youbadboy
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