I’ve known many things since I was a kid, but for whatever reason, I thought I’d be the one to get saved. I looked for saving from everyone. It always worked out somehow.

Imagine that, asking to be saved without once crying for help—the irony.

I guess looking to be saved is a bit dramatic, but I don’t know how else to put it. I was so vulnerable, so innocent. Anybody could’ve influenced me. All I needed to hear was those infamous three words.

I’ve been tricked a few times here and there. More often than once. Then it got a little easier. All it took was a kiss. Sometimes even a smile. Oh man, I can’t even think about the nice words.

That’s the thing about being tricked. I never knew it was happening, and it’s all so much easier in hindsight. We would never make it, and I knew we had an expiration date.

The last person I thought would save me was eventually the only one that stepped up. It was me. I put my cape on. Except it didn’t happen like I thought it would. We didn’t fly away. I sat down and told myself I was going through all of this for a reason, and now I was here. I was sitting in front of a laptop in the darkest room. Promising I’d be the one to save me this time.

Finally.