The first night we were together you told me you loved me.
And I felt it then. I had fallen head over heels in love with you.
The second I saw you.
And now, all you have for me is to tell me that I need to get over it.
That you're with someone else, and going to have children.
What in the world was wrong with you while you were with me?
What in the fuck is wrong with you now?