Letter To An Immigrant

You are not important enough to be “Dear”. It would be too formal to say “To Whom it May Concern”. I cannot say your name without cringing. Aside from formalities, I am writing to you to let you know that I forgive you, even though you overlooked the fact I begged you to stop and you ignored how I cried tears of helplessness. I do not expect or even want a reply to this letter. I would not respond or even read it if a reply was sent to me. This letter is for my benefit and only my benefit. It is not meant to give you relief or help justify what you did to me, because you took a part of my soul, my being, and my dignity that night and you will have to answer to your maker for it one day, a day that will not and cannot come soon enough. I
One insignificant thing that made me uncomfortable was when you held my hand, you did it the wrong way. Instead of interlocking fingers like most people do, you cupped your hand against mine, but I guess most people do not strip the dignity off other people. Nevertheless, while we were at the pet store, you came behind me, wrapped your arms around me in a way that made me cringe, and whispered provocative things in my ear. This increased my dislike towards you, but, again, I overlooked it. By this point you bought the tickets and I did not want to leave in the middle of the date due to an awkward comment. Frankly, I have yet to be on a first date lacking
I thought about how death would be better than what I just went through and understand why many victims commit suicide after an assault. Finally, I pulled myself together to go home and cry myself to sleep. I never reported this because I never want to be called a victim. Thinking about going through a trial and testifying in open court all the disgusting details of what you did to me made me sick. Throughout this letter I have been discussing everything that I did wrong, when, in fact, my only crime was being a nice girl. Though I will never report what you did to me, karma will come around like it always does and I do not intend to speed up the process. I stand by my decision, but the day you die, I want to be there to see the light leave your