3.9

I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like. What you did was wrong in so many ways. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you left – all I did was think about you. You made me love you in a desperate way. All I wanted was your smell- your arms around me. It was wrong for me to feel that way. That’s what I hated the most.