I thought I knew
How much she meant to me.
I thought I had an idea of
what kind of love I felt for her.
I thought her happiness was
so important to me,
that I'd let
no one ruin it.
I thought that
what I thought of
her place in my heart
was exactly how it was.
until...
I saw her cry,
and I realized
that the person who brought
tears to her eyes,
the one I was supposed to
guard her against,
was none other than me.
It was then that I truly
understood the intensity
of my love for her.
It was as strong as the hatred
I felt for myself.
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