Haunted.

If I let you continue with your plans to control my life, I would be a different person today. I was reading My Feudal Lord by Tehmina Durrani the other day.
I was Tehmina, you were Mustafa.
I could not let that happen to me. I'm sorry.

I am so sorry. And I have loved you still after all this.
I wake up every night after a few hours of sleep cause you still scare me. Some times I keep thinking that I'm doing something wrong and you'll be so mad when you find out.
Some times I remember how I used to shiver and shake before meeting you, wondering if there was another excuse you had found to abuse me.
Me, the supreme example of strong, self-driven, power-hungry woman. The irony of it all.

Please stop taking my dignity from me.
Stop haunting me in my dreams, stop torturing me with your words, stop hurting me by ruining the only thing I find comfort in.
Please let me sleep in peace.