I know! Bleeding means being a virgin

That winter, in that bed...

The bed is pure white, I'm shaking...

The man looked at me and no longer loved me

Eyes of contempt to every millimeter

"Are you really pure?"

The man and I have been in love for two years now

Is love that originates from the discotheque considered real?

When I loved him so much, so much...

Does love accompanied by criticism break your heart?

When they call him a tycoon and me a long-legged person.

Love is complete, will not fade away?

Love is forever, when it despises difficulties, when innocence is precious, there is nothing like it, but how can I prove it, other than by making love... other than destroying it.

The man who brought me home, he really loved me, that "Subsidized" love lasted for more than two years, he did not touch me too much, it was clearly a necessary respect when That feeling is sincere.

His mother, her eyes glaring at me in a very contemptuous way, pointed straight at me before my feet had even touched the stone floor, making me stunned, making me freeze.

She called me a slut, I could only enter the house when she died.

I'm in pain, I'm crying...

Tears fell from my eyes and I bowed my head.

Why?

I didn't do anything wrong, why do I have to bow my head in pain...

My hands are still cold and shaking amidst the humiliation...

That man rushed towards his mother, begging her to stop tormenting him...

But then, that weak voice fell silent, as she bitterly said, "Are you sure it's still white?"

The man was silent…

I secretly hoped, I begged, the man affirmed...

That I'm still a virgin, that there's nothing wrong with me, that don't treat me like that...

I'm waiting..

That time was as long as a lifetime...

But!

Are not!

He couldn't utter a word, his face was bowed, his hands were clenched, he didn't dare to confirm...

He doesn't believe me.

This proves one thing…

He never believed me.

It was a pain that didn't come suddenly or in a daze. I looked at him, every trace of pain on my heart was very clear, raw, and naked.

That night, he took me home.

The car parked in front of the gate, I went inside, without saying a word...

My heart is broken, I can't say a word.

I heard him speak, but the words were as fleeting as the wind... Just like the trust he once told me, it was something that was not even the wind, nor was the sand, full of bitterness and salty and rancid…

I felt humiliated with myself, humiliated with my parents, and countless other painful feelings.

Because I'm only 22, because I used to work at a bar, because I'm called Long Legs. So you must be a Girl, something that people can trample on a lot, right?

Because he's 34, because he has a lot of money, because his parents consider him a god, because his family is so noble, so my love for him is just exploitation, right? …

…

On that winter night…

The man came with eyes full of pain.

He wants to clarify something and wants me...to prove something...

He hugged me, kissed me, but was it love?

I resist, I struggle...

He still hugged me, kissed me and stripped me naked...

Does he want to destroy it, or does he want to see you still a virgin?

I cried from the bottom of my heart, aching in every fiber of my being

After this proof, aren't you no longer a virgin?

Didn't I become a woman, a woman whose lover did not believe she was a virgin...

Yes, now, I have done as she said

I'm a Slut, that's why people humiliated me and trampled on me. Trampling on the love that I have cherished a thousand times...

But…

The bed is pure white, I'm shaking...

The man looked at me and no longer loved me

Eyes of contempt to every millimeter

"Are you really pure?"

He lay down, his back turned, his head in his hands

I sat there…

Look at him.

Look at the picture…

Where?

Red? Which proves that I'm still a virgin...

Where is it?

Don't you see?

My hands no longer have the strength to wave, my lips are trembling and I can't move...

My eyes are still searching, but I can't find it...

I haven't been with any man yet...

But there's no blood, no red stains on the bed, does that mean you've lost it?

That man left without saying another word to me.

He thought I was a big liar, so he looked at me with extreme hatred.

I looked at him in so much pain.

The person who hates should have been me.

The liar is never you, the one who says he believes in you is the liar!

2 months later, that man was nowhere to be found.

Like someone who pays for a cake and never intends to see him again.

But he forgot, he still hasn't paid.

The price of love... Probably not much, that's right, not as much as a hymen... thin...

I went to see him, but the house was locked.

I curled up and waited, I wanted to give him something, but the hope from before was no longer there.

The car slowly stopped, he was with another girl...

I no longer care about that, nor do I care about his mother's scolding...

I walked towards the man

Holding out a red plate with white specks...

To be more precise, it was a white cloth, but it was stained with so much blood that it turned red...

I said softly:

"That's my hymen. Do you see it?"

I give you love

I'll give you another bloody afternoon

I clasped my hands in prayer

He cruelly tore it to pieces

Love it?

Is a white hymen

Love it?

It's a trail of blood that settles out.

Love it?

There is enough for one night to pay

Pay me enough.

I know everything.

I know!

Bleeding means being a virgin...

Bleeding means being a virgin...