it was when i stopped loving you i heard myself for the first time.
my heart was screaming for you to come back to me, my soul yearning to escape from the dark abyss you had thrown me into unintentionally.
unintentionally — that was what i hated most about you.
you do everything unintentionally: you hurt me unintentionally, you wreck me unintentionally, you rip me apart unintentionally.
but oddly enough, i'd rather you hurt me purposefully.
at least, then, i would have a reason to hate you.
but i never could, because everything you do is unintentional.
but every word you muttered — every smile you cracked — every step you took — they didn't go unnoticed by me.
because, isn't that what unrequited love is infamous for?
for being the one hurting while he stabs you repeatedly,