“You must be kidding me,”. A simple statement. An easy question. The smile slid off his face. And she went on, either ignoring or not seeing it happen.

“You told me you just wanted to talk to her, that you still liked her, all this absolute bulls***, and I said okay. Then the entire time, you kept coming on to me, holding me, kissing me, the whole fricken nine yards, Kevin. And then finally, you practically start screaming at me, that I’ve got it all wrong, that I’m the one at fault here, that this is not what I think, and that you were using me. Using me. That you once loved me, and now your using me. That hurt Kevin. That hurt a lot. And I didn’t really believe you. But now, after all this, she rejects you. When I came to you with open arms, you walked away. You left me to hug myself. You left everything you had know, on a whim that maybe you liked her and maybe shed come back. Arms open wide Kevin, and yet you walked away and hurt me in the process. And I tried to protect you. I tried so hard. But you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t hear it. You thought it was all about me. And it never once had anything to do with me. Not once. Not in the two years I’ve know you was it ever about me. And now here you stand. Broken, shattered, hurt, hurt like I never could hurt you. Hurt less then what your capable of, and what you did to me. And now, now that you have no other choice, you want me. “


“But Jessica, I still love”

“Don’t Kevin. I have always loved you. I never lied to you. Not once. You spewed so much s*** at me, and now, you don’t care. If I died tomorrow you wouldn’t give a damn. Don’t argue. You just want me, because you can have everything physical again. You don’t have to bulls*** your way up. “

“I cried for you. I would have died for you.”

“Would you die for me?”