What was it?
What was the breaking point?
What was it that made your love turn to hate?
I gave you everything.
Now everything that made me me, is tainted by you.
You were supposed to be different.
I thought you were.
What is it about me that makes me so difficult to love?
Maybe it was never love.
Infatuation.
Obsession.
Because love can’t be that fickle?
Love can’t give up the moment things get hard. The moment you realize that people have faults.
We are only human.
I thought love was supposed to endure.
But I am not loveable. And lust only lasts so long.