Paying someone to love you…
“You’d have to pay someone to love you.”
Words that have haunted me since I was young.
Payment? For love? What could I offer?
Money? Gifts? My own love?
No.
The only payment that he would accept was my body.
Not my mind, my laugh, my loyalty.
Just my flesh and what he could do to it.
Such a high cost for a fleeting touch outside of the bedroom.
Such a high cost for the offhand comments at my expense.
Payment for love I gave freely
The gift receipt not required as I did not expect it to be returned