" I knew it hurt him and he knew it hurt me and neither of us could do a thing about it. We sat on the floor trying to fix each other, all the while knowing there was no way we could. We lay with our legs entwined until finally he said," I love you right? God knows i fucking love you . But this isn't working, is it ? We're breaking each others hearts and it feels like we're running on borrowed time." And i said nothing because he was right and i hated it . I lay there silently, hating the way everything contradicted itself. I lay there and hated it all. "