Do you remember falling in love with me? You tried to kill me and we ended up together. Funny how these things work. I don't think I've ever really loved you, and I know you don't have any feelings for me either. Why don't we just part? I could so easily leave your house and never come back. Likewise, you could kill me at any moment, but you don't. Is that love? Without fail, I wake up every morning and you are still beside me. Well, until today, that is.
When I open my eyes you aren't there. I knew this would happen eventually, but I never thought it would hurt this much. I should have seen this coming, now that I think about it. I numbly get out of bed and put my clothes on with fingers that tremble. Just a simple black dress and my knife. I don't know where I'm going but I know it's far away from here. I stumble out of your cabin and head through the woods. Once I break out of the trees I realizes it's raining. I don't mind, it matches my mood. I let my feet carry me where they will. Why did you leave me, Jeff? You promised me you would be there when I woke up, but you lied. I can't see through the downpour, even when I am under a street lamp, but I don't care. The rain has already soaked me to the skin. My head pounds out the same pointless questions that bring the same old pain. I hate you, so why do I love you? I try to kill you every other day and we fight all the time. One moment we are kissing and the next we want to murder each other. How is that love?
My walking has taken me to the cemetery. I feel the death pour out at me from it but I wade past it regardless. I go to my parents' graves and fall to my knees before them. I feel tears come to my eyes and I let them fall. It's not like you are here to see them. I'm shivering and cold but I can't find the strength to care. Here lies the reason I hate you. You killed my parents, Jeff. I swore vengeance but now I can't even lift a finger to harm you. I rock back and forth, sobbing until I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. Something like love spreads through me. You never left me after all. You bend down and wrap your arms around me tightly until my crying ceases. "It's okay Jane, it's okay." I turn in your arms and bury my tear-stained face in your shoulder. Moments later my feet leave the ground as you tenderly pick me up and cradle my thin frame in your arms. You carry me out of the graveyard through the rain and back into the woods. As we walk into our house you kiss me gently, then wrap me in a towel. "Go to sleep, Jane." you whisper.
I guess I do know why I love you after all.