No Regrets

I only wanted a tattoo. A mark on my body to remind me of who I used to be. Something to hold onto when I started my penance for all the things I'd done wrong, the bad choices I'd made by the time I turned 19. Instead, I found a night of possibility, of truth, of hope for the future. And the most intense physical connection I've ever had. The only one I've ever had, and one I will never forget. 

Some say love can be an addiction. Others say it's the thing that makes life worth living. Let me tell you everything I know about love...Love isn't patient, love isn't kind. Love is a game, a chase. A thrill. Love is wild and war-like, and every man and woman must fight for themselves. At least that's how it was for me. A high-priced virgin call girl by the time I started college, I was addicted to love and to sex. Even though I've never had either. I controlled love, played it, and held the world in the palm of my hands.

I used to think love was a lie. Now I know it's real, powerful, and I don't want to lose it... But my future scares me, and there's no way this can be happening, especially since I've finally broken free from all the people who wanted pieces of me. I don't even know how to start over, but I have to find a way. So when I discover what my mother's been keeping from me, it doesn't make me hate her. It gives me hope for a new life, outside of New York.