I love him dearly, I really do. Why does he not love me back? Is it because I throw all my love on him every second of everyday? I thought that was normal. Why wouldn't he?
I went to my friend and asked her what I should do. She told me that red was the love. The main thing that is red is blood so I thought that I should stab him. Would he love me then? Why wouldn't he?
I followed him to his house with a regular kitchen knife in my purse. I knocked and he came to the door. I walked inside before he could say anything and closed the door behind me and pulled out the knife. Before he could yell or scream I gave him my love so he would love me back. Why wouldn't he?
I stabbed him and stabbed him until I could see his soul leave his eyes. Once I convinced myself that he was so full of love he couldn't stand it anymore, I chopped off his head and took it home with me in a box. I thought to myself that he was so filled with love, he died. Why wouldn't he?
My friend came over and I showed her my prize. She screamed and told me this was not what she meant. She ran out and called the cops on me. They came and took me away from him and I killed one of them. The other shot me and it must have been a sign that he wanted to see me again. Why wouldn't he?
When I got to the next life, he was waiting for me. But not with happiness and joy, but with horror and disgust. We were on the border of heaven and hell. He pushed me into hell. He had hatred in his eyes. Why wouldn't he?