How long did you know? Were you with him behind my back? Was it a lie when you told me you loved me? Because I loved you so much it hurt, and it hurts even more to love you when I know you're with another boy. It hurts so much to hear you talk about him, how you were actually in love with him for months even though we had just broken up. You got a boyfriend instantly after you dumped me, you talked about how in love you were, and that hurt more than any mortal wound could. I wish you had stabbed me, I wish you had shot me, it would've hurt less than this heartbreak. But, for some reason, I still love you. I don't want to, but I do.
