"You are my favourite nightmare. Or at least you were. I loved you. I don't know why I did it, I really don't. You were like a demon that kept pulling me in, you know? I've been in hell with you, but I wouldn't take that back. I wouldn't take us back. I don't know what you felt for me, I'm not even sure if you felt anything at all. Your mouth only said hurtful things, meant to broke my already broken heart into more and more pieces and your eyes, your eyes tried to tell me what you really felt but I never understood them. You were honest, like an open book for only three people, and I happend to be one of them. I love that, I love that you trusted me, but at the same time I hate it. Maybe things would have been different if you hated me. But it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters anymore. I loved you. I still do."
