dear that boy who molested me when I was 4. or maybe I was 5?

It's okay. I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago.

What I remember more is the feeling of shame I had. My mom was getting a bath ready and I knew my undies were inside out and I thought if she noticed that she would be disappointed in me. It's 4 year old reasoning, but I really didn't want her to ask me about it.

I don't even think about it other than remembering that shame. And how I didn't protect myself.

Here's a thought:

dear younger me,

I'm sorry I didn't know how to say no. Or don't. Or stop.

dear older me,

It's okay. I forgive you. I forgave you instantly.

Love,
me