| It doesn’t matter if what happened was out of love. Or because you told me it would help you, or because I believed you were right; now, everything is ruined. I look back on that stranger who shared a year with you, and wonder who that even is. How can somebody make a new person out of a pre-existing one? I find it difficult to atone for him, because how would I? Sure, I own him, but the disconnect is so vast, if I tried to explain where he came from, it wouldn’t mean anything.
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