You chose her. You married her. You have a kid with her. So why is it when you’re lying in bed awake at 3:00 am I’m the one you call. Why is it that when you’ve had a rough day my number is the first you dial just waiting for me to say “Hi Prince.” You left me for her so why is it that you still have my pictures saved and even after 5 years of being apart you’ve still managed to hold on to them. You’re with her so why is it that every year on my birthday at 12:00 am you’re the first to say “Happy Birthday.” You’re married to her so why is it that when we both walk past you, your eyes linger on me. Why did you choose her if you love me?
A veces, cuando nos enamoramos, tomamos los hechos y los convertimos en historias bonitas. Pero es peligroso hacerlo, porque un día, te guste o no, verás el mundo como realmente es. Descubres que la gente no siempre es como quisieras que fuera. Y si no estás lista para la verdad… bueno, digamos que puede ser un golpe fuerte.
And one more thing. About my name, Artemis. You were right in London, it is generally a female name. After the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you
Artemis. Artemis Fowl Book 3: The Eternity Code. pg 267.
(Jon Spiro, you have just been bested by a thirteen year old. BOOM. *mic drop*)