Why didn’t we simply look away and remain friends, instead of spitting one last justification that destroyed it all?
Why does the end need to be abruptly consummated, so we know it ended, so we can move on?
Why can’t we be the ones we were before I said “I love you”?
Am I worth less for saying more?
Did I hurt you for rejoicing every time you gazed me?
Was it creepy that your happiness meant more to me than my own?
Why does the one you loved always dies as the one you must hate?
It doesn’t make sense, does it?
It’s unfair that the one you wanted will be the only one you can’t have…