2002-12-31 ~ I hate you.


For the record.

Had you been man enough to tell the truth (for once) the one sentence I would have responded with would have been:

I hate you.

Because I do. And the day is coming when the love I feel for you won't make up for all the hate. Because I know you are a liar. And I know you are only in this to get out of it what you can.

I know that you will take everything you can until I have nothing left to give.

I just can't help wondering how you will feel about what you have done (or failed to do) when this is over. Maybe you will realize that I always knew more than I let on. Because I could live with the things I knew so long as I still got to be with you.

For example, I know about C*. I know you were still fucking her for many years after we were together. Quite possibly you still are. I know that you talked down about me to her so as to have an excuse when by chance she was there when I called. I can only imagine what you must have said. How I am obsessed with you even after you let me know (more than once) that nothing was going to happen between us?

The same kind of betrayal that takes place when you say negative things about I* to me.

In the end I guess we believe what we want to.

I know how pathetic that makes me. Really I do.

None of this changes the fact that I love you.

It also dosn't change the fact that you are going to lose me and someone else is going to have me for as long as we both shall live. And you won't have the attention, affection, friendship and loyalty (among other things that need not be mentioned here) that you could have had.

And when this is done I want you to remember last night.

Me. Naked. Curled up against you under the blankets. And what you did to me, and what I did to you. And how it felt when you entered me. And all that followed.

Including the part where you walked out of the door. After you looked me straight in the eyes and lied. After you knowingly betrayed me.

Remember all this when we no longer exist.

This is why you can't have me.

Even though, at this very moment, you still think that you could. If you wanted.

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