I thought I would wait forever, until the end of the world, until the seas and rocks rot. But I can't beat reality after all. I devoted all my emotions to him. God is fair, and those who overdraw their love will end up with only loneliness and isolation.
Like me.
All the time I thought my presence could lessen his pain, all the time I thought I could fill his lost love. But I was wrong... I overestimated myself. He never stopped hating, never.
Perhaps he was meant to be, and he was doomed to darkness from that point on. This is his life.
It's also my life.
I should have known better.