I hate you.
No. Stop laughing.
I mean it. I hate you.
I hate how you've just walked away from me.
No backward glance.
No word.
No explanation.
You told me once that my friendship meant everything.
Told me that you couldn't risk it, wouldn't play games with something so precious.
You lied.
You looked me in the eyes and lied.
Why?
I want to stop thinking about you.
I want to stop caring.
Worrying.
But I can't.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
I handed you the tools to wound me.
Gave them to you without a pause, never think that you'd turn around and use them.
I hate you.
I hate me.
I hate that I still love you.
You could turn up on my door right now... and I'd let you in.
I'd let you take me in your arms and lose myself in the feel of you, the scent of you, the comfort of your touch.