"I used to build dreams on you. I used to laugh because of you, even though you were thousands of miles away. I used to cry because of you, even though we were days apart. I used to think of you every day, even though you were gone. How little has changed. Of all the people who stepped all over me and ripped me apart, why does it have to be you? And why must you be so innocent? The very faultless cause of my hurt. How would I, how could I, ever hold against you that which I asked for?"