virginity

when I was fourteen I lost something that everyone told me was important. I was special for having it, pure, clean; did losing it ruin me forever? it was something I could never get back. it could not be returned to me by the person who took it. every time I looked for it, I cried because I knew it was no longer there.

when I was twenty I found out that what I had lost wasn't important. I wasn't special for losing it, for having it taken away from me at such a young age. I realized I didn't need it back, because the person who took it never had it in the first place. when I found it, I cried from relief.

nobody could take it from me because it doesn't exist.