Hear this now...
It's amazing how in these few, short months, I can look back on myself like a stranger; and you--who I loved!--are like cumulous clouds: dull day after day, with your threats of thunder and promises of passion. I await the blue flame! doused in nutmeg! wrapped in white linen! But as you pass over me, there is no torrid sea, no humid embrace, just pools, cooling, in the small of my back.
I stare at my hands and wonder how they got so far away...
Do you have any idea what that means to me?
A lot, apparently.
Yeah. A lot.
...
If you love me, great. Date me. If you don't love me... well, great. Tell me. Because if you love her, then you don't love me, and if you love me, then you don't love her, and if you don't love her but you're dating her, that's just wrong.
...I love her.
Five days. Five god-damn days. It doesn't have that much of an effect.
Maybe not for you it doesn't--
Listen to me, bitch. In five days, you can not--can not--fall out of love with someone AND fall in love with someone else. You can fall in lust with someone, anyone, several someones, even.
Yes, I love you. I will continue to love you for the next five days--the next five weeks--the next five months--and probably the next five years. I'm just that stupid. However, I'm not as stupid or as easy as Kai was.
You really had soemthing with her, you know? Of course you don't know. She trusted you unconditionally. She loved you unconditionally. She would have taken you back, had you asked.
I am not that forgiving. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates; Satan represents vengeance instead of turning the other cheek; Satan represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires!
I wonder if you even know how much you hurt me. Of course not. You don't see anyone else's emotions; everything's about you, isn't it?
Maybe... maybe, the way we were... the way you were... we could have been friends. But now... You've changed.
...
Hear this now: From this moment forward I neither know nor care if you live or die. You are dead to me--no, you do not exist to me. You are to me, finally, what I am to you:
Nothing.