I know I should hate you.
And I do!
I hate you with the most darkest part of my heart.
I hate you with a vengeance.
I was fine before I met you.
You came.
My world changed forever.
It was a nightmare.
I had to protect you.
You forced me too.
I was happy when that final blow hit you.
I was happy!
But…
I guess I wasn't really happy.
I felt strange after you died.
I felt like a piece of me was missing.
But,
I ignored it.
I fought it.
I hated you.
But,
I guess that I loved you too.
It's too late now.
Much too late.