There was a beautiful reason, love, or so I thought. Now, it’s hard to believe that we enjoyed each other’s company once. It’s hard to remember that we were nice to each other once. I barely remember how I could have something like hope. That a burning desire to see you again was enough to let me believe you felt it too. When I think of you now, I only feel your hatred and disgust. Don’t know why you came back at all. If it was such a necessity and satisfaction to hurt me.