Till this day I do not know what it was. I tried to understand and learn but I don’t get it. Probably never will. There is proof that you played with me and then there is something else that gave me the impression you were serious. You felt it too. I loved to think it was something special. When I remember my feelings my eyes still tear up. I’m not pitying myself, it just amazes me how much I had felt. It was beautiful in a sad way. Still is kind of. I don’t think you understood what you meant to me and the part of me that’s convinced you’re evil is glad you don’t.