This time, though, it’s even worse than before, because I know it was Len who first ripped open my private thoughts and scattered them around for everyone to read. It was Len who violated a place I thought was safe, setting off a whole heap of humiliation and vitriol that I had to fight off without any help from him. And, worst of all, he never said a word about it. He’s been as good as lying to me this entire time. Len, the boy who twirled me into falling in love, trampled on my trust before I even consented to dance.
