Until We Meet Again

I will never understand the need to hurt the one you profess to love, to know so intrinsically your lover's heart, but not to protect... Oh no...to stick the knife where you know it will hurt the most.

To my personal version of hell... You Lied.... You knew....and you withheld what you knew and used what would hurt the most.

Congratulations on playing the game I had no idea existed.

Would have opted out if I knew the stakes and the rules of engagement.

I wonder how it feels to be a puppet master controlling the strings.

I wonder how it feels to live to exact revenge in the form of pain and torture.

I am glad that I will never understand how that type of glee, in the face of hurt and sorrow, exists.

One day we will meet again....