The girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

Inevitably I am growing up. I am getting older and having to deal with what happened when I was barely a teenager. He made a guest appearance in my dreams last night. I don't think about him that much anymore but yet there he was. The sad thing is he soon morphed into someone else. I try so hard not to see a connection between the two of them, at times it's easy not to. I get anxious by the fact that I can't let go of what that young boy did, that I will see it in every male I ever meet. I am scared that he is back in my dreams, I was free of him for such a long time, he's got control back and I just want him to go away.