But no matter how many times I told you what was going on or how I was feeling, you never seemed to care. So eventually I stopped holding your hand and I started holding my breath. I met someone new but I never knew quite what to tell you. This wasn't our tragic ending. But there isn't anything I can take back. My story was supposed to be about heartbreak. About how I'll never love quite the same way again. But this time heartbreak happened to you and I wish I could make it go away, but it doesnt get any better than this. I never lied, I just never told the truth. And this is where I'll use your line and say that it was for your own good. That it was in your best interest all along. So all I can say is that you will breathe again and it keep getting easier to hate me. And then one day you wont hate me at all, but you wont want me back either. Everything will just make sense and it'll all be easier said than done. And the line I used won't quite make snese and we'll both realize that it didn't quite fit in the first place. But you never should have been so upset by what you heard. You were outraged but I thought you were beautiful so I kept the rest to myself. But I never thought I'd get the chance to see you yell. I spent our time together staring at your cieling. Thinking how it'll never be the same. I was bent over and you were fucking me senseless and all I could think about was how could I ever look you in the eyes again? How could I let you do this to me? Why didn't I speak up before, because I knew telling you that I didnt care about you the same way was going to be twice as hard while laying next to you right after you told me you loved me.