I had taught myself to hate him, and yet here I stood in front of this monster, and all I could think about was how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. He lied to me. He took everything I wanted, and hoped for, and destroyed it. Did he expect me to forgive him? I wanted to, but never would I ever let him know that. Though, maybe he already knew, and maybe that's exactly why he was here, standing perfectly in front of me. As if none of that ever happened. Standing face-to-face in my room, on that cool autum night, made me remember what I had wanted. What I still want, even after all this time.
