It started ten years ago, ten years ago from last week. Ten years exactly.

He came that day, to greet me as I entered the schoolhouse, but he barely spoke. 

He said there was a get together that afternoon. I agreed to go.

He said we were friends. 

He said that this was how it worked.

He said that I'd be fine. 

He said It would't last.

He said I wouldn't remember it.

He said it wouldn't kill me.

but it did,

for ten long years.