"He hates you. When I flinch as he reaches for my hand because the touch is unfamiliar, he knows. When I hear music you use to play for me and can’t look him in the eye, he knows. When he tries to make me happy and can tell that theres a part of me he just cant fill, he knows. He knows its you, you broke me and he hates you for that, and he hates that he can’t be the one to make me whole. He knows only you can, and he hates you for that. I hate you for that."