“can you just tell me one thing?” he asks her. “can you tell me if you loved me?”
“of course i did, i still do. but it wasn’t right. we hurt each other more than we healed one another. do you remember us back then, how we were constantly arguing? you wanted your way and i wanted mine, and neither one of us would sway towards the other’s corner. we’d attack each other and then try to make it up with whispers in each other’s ears and kisses on each other’s necks. and yea it felt good at that time, but it didn’t last; we’d be onto our next argument just hours later. we’d ignore each other for days, knowing that the other is hurting, and it didn’t matter. it was taking a toll on the both of us; i was losing my sanity and you your pride. we were slowly killing each other and it needed to end; i had to blow the flame out before it got us both. but i never for stopped loving you; i never stopped thinking about you. i love you to the moon and back times infinity, but we weren’t meant to be together.”