No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.