Just try to forget the horrible act you’ve done.

You decide to go on with your life, acting as if that day at the mall never happened. You don’t hear anything about her and you don’t look into her life in any way.

Life goes on. It happened. You go to college. Sex reminds me of... You have a career. What if they find out? You get married and have children. If someone did that to my own kid... You have a life that anyone would be content with. That wasn’t me.

You can run away from Yourself, but Yourself has a way of catching up with You.