Just pull the trigger.

It's hard to describe, hearing the word again, hearing the word he dedicated to me. I can't hear it without extreme inner turmoil. It's not like hearing a pet name like Baby or Love, it's like hearing all your memories at once, all the bad ones. I wish I could say he doesn't even cross my mind, well to be completely fair I don't think it's specifically him anymore, I think it's more what he did that haunts me, to the inner most recesses of my mind, that someone could make me feel so helpless, disgusting and ripped to shreds. Some things will take time to heal, not like a broken leg, some take lifetimes. That one word will be with me forever. It's his word.