“I love you.” Say it again. “I love you.” Say it again. “I love you…” Then why did you leave, if love was what you claimed? You said it, but walked away as if it cost you nothing. Do you really? “I love you…” But love doesn’t leave. Love doesn’t turn its back. I hate you.” Say that… why can’t you? Because you love me… yet you walked away. Do I hate you? No. I hold a love that can’t be replaced, but now it’s broken— beyond repair. D.fyffe