It wasn’t that you outright set out to hurt me; it was the little things that killed me. The careless gestures, the fact that you forgot the everyday things we did, on normal days with nothing special.
You remember the time I fell asleep in the theater, and you laughed at me for hours? No, of course you don’t. It wasn’t that great a movie anyway.
I love you as much as I hate you, and I love you with everything I have. And I love you more than you could imagine. I gave you everything, darling, and you never deserved it. Not for a moment. I just imagined you did. All you did was use me, and slowly forget me as soon as I happened. You made me believe I was invisible, even though you were the only one who never saw me.
I looked in the mirror and saw her looking back; her expression as frightened as mine. I looked away, and so did she. When I looked back I caught her staring right at me. I didn’t...
"Look at the stars, and think of me."
The night was always cloudy when I needed to remember most.