If you never wanted to be with me, why did you tell me you loved me before I even knew your middle name?
If I ever treated you like anything less than my favorite person in the world, why did you act like you were happy with me?
If you did not want to do the things we did, why did you ask if we could do them?
If you didn’t love me, why did you lie to me?
If I didn’t care about you, why would I talk on the phone with you until four every morning rather than sleep and get good grades?
If I only cared about you physically, why did I die inside every time you were hurt?
If I never loved you, why did I bleed every day after I lost you? Why, Darean? Why?