I just hate... but love her at the same time... sometimes I want her back... other times I’m glad she’s dead... why was she so angry at me, why did she hurt me... why did she have to go...
Of course I don’t love her more! I love you more then anything. I love you more then my family, my future and myself. And it is hard to forget but I don’t love her, after all the terrible stuff she did to me, I could never forgive it...