I came back to you for a reason. You were my best friend, and I needed you. Maybe it took me forever to realize it, but the moment I saw you, you were mine and I was yours.
The past…I can’t seem to escape you. If I could spend the rest of my days watching you…being with you…what else would I need?
“WHO IS SHE?” I screamed. You don’t answer as you look at her. I gave you everything. I gave you all of me. I hate you for touching her; I hate you for holding her. But most of all, I hate me for not being enough.
I point the gun at you. Or is it her? My head is so fuzzy; I only see betrayal. Take the gun. Load the bullets. Pull the trigger.