I didn’t realized just how in love you really are, with her.
The very fact that you followed her every foot steps. She’s a borderline lunatic, and a certifiable nut-case, and internet whore, fat, ugly, and totallly damaged goods in more ways than one. So, you think you can still love her? You don’t have enough love to fix her. Not in this liftetime, or the here-after. I am soo jealous of your love for her. I wish it was me you have fallen in love. Why can’t it be? I hate you.