I hurt you.
And I'm sorry.
You'll never speak to me again.
And I deserve that.
I was lucky enough
for you to forgive me this time.
You told me
that you fell in love with me
right as I walked through the door.
But sadly
I don't love you.
I like you.
And I don't know if that will
ever change.
You hurt me once before.
And I hurt you now.
It's even.
Maybe we should keep it that way.
Maybe it's a good thing we split.
I don't know.
Is it?
