The Thing About Love

"I remember the coldness in my voice, the way it sounded as though it echoed from all around me. I remember the sadness that drained my body and left me limp, and how quickly and easily it turned to rage. I remember hurting him, and how cruel I would be to see him cry. I liked the way that felt, making him cry. I wanted to keep feeling that, so I stayed. Until suddenly, all at once, that satisfaction turned to disgust."