"I fell out of love with myself!" I yell at him hoping he would just understand. "Why are you telling me this Clara? I don't understand!" He lets out a deep sigh and moving in sync he takes a step back. "Or maybe I never loved myself to begin with". I mumble quietly. "I can't be in love with you when I don't love who I am. I don't even know who I am." I explain breathlessly. He looked so defeated like he just found out he was going to die and I had been the one to sever his heart. I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this to happen. But it's happening... all over again.