When I Forgot How to Love You

I deliberately left my lace panties on my uncle’s bed.

I had always been secretly in love with him—the man who ruled our city’s mafia.

When I was drunk, I would melt into his arms and act spoiled.

I would find excuses to visit his study in sexy pajamas.

At a ball, I would deliberately slip off my bra, just to hear his breathing grow heavier.

But every time, he stopped himself and pushed me away.

Then, during a game of Truth or Dare with my friends, I lost.

My dare was to text “I love you” to the contact pinned at the top of my messages.