i’m in love with henry, or almost in love, and we got into a fight a week ago and he hit me. like, properly. not like a slap or a push, like a proper punch, like right in the face. he knocked me right over. we weren’t even fighting about anything that serious, he just got really annoyed. it’s still kind of bruised and i think it looks horrible. it’s just difficult to look at.
i kind of feel like i’ve gone crazy, because it seems like the sort of thing someone might point out, like one of my friends or my mum or someone i work with, but nobody’s even said anything. i haven’t spoken to henry all week but he still sends me good morning and good night texts, every day. he hardly ever did that before the time he hit me. i don’t know how he can imagine we’re still together after that, how he thinks we’ve not broken up, and that’s making me think i’m crazy too.
it’s just the weirdest thing, how something that feels so fictional and extreme and shattering can happen, but in the end it doesn’t seem to matter. nothing’s changed except for me. i even kind of miss henry, even if now i’m pretty much scared to the death of him. it’s the most surreal thing i’ve ever felt in my life. what should i do?
