"And you know what?" She spoke Through her tears, " I didn't choose. I didn't choose to love you. I didn't choose to cry over you. I didn't choose." She shook her head at self disgust, " but if I could choose, it would not have been you.. " her eyes shown with hatred. " Not with what happened. Because it's like nothing matters to you. And I don't want to love someone who thinks that I don't matter." I let her walk away.. sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I run after her like my legs wanted to do. But, she was right. She always had been..
