I had thought you would become something great, maybe even better than me - and it was not at all impossible, you were great at everything you did back then. You were perfect and I loved and I admired you. You were my best friend, the best lover and the man I fell in love the hardest with. However you changed - or maybe you never did, you changed and became a professional in making and spending money. You became a professional in lies and games and I could barely believe what I was seeing with my two eyes: my best friend, the man I admired and wanted to emulate, going just to the opposite direction with such a light pace and a smirk that covered your face.
I hate you so much these days, so much. I hate you even more because I believed on you, because I thought I could trust on you and think you would become something good, better, the best man I'd have ever met, but then you didn't. I am sorry for your kids, not so much for your wife, but I am sure as hell I don't love this man you became, no I don't. I have a passion for you, yet, but that's not love, that's not affection, it is the desire to burn you alive with me if I needed to because as soon as I saw what you had became, I knew and imediately I started feeling that I would burn, I would burn hard and it wouldn't be just it. Not just me would go down with my rage.