It was a spur of the moment thing, saying I love you.
I'm not sure if I meant it, mean it. I'm not even sure what I feel for you, felt for you.
I don't know why I said it, all I know is, it felt right at the time. It felt right, so I said it.
The outcome wasn't what I wanted, but what I expected.
I didn't want you to say 'I love you, too.' I wanted you to tell me you hated me, because I was poison for you, but I knew. I always knew you loved me.
As pretencious as it sounds, I knew, all along. I knew all along I was making you fall for me. I claimed to be so innocent and unknowing, but I've always known.
I liked being in control and being able to call the shots, without you even having a clue. I liked having a plan that you followed so very blindly.
I didn't want you to fall inlove with me, because I loved someone else. I knew you'd fall inlove at sometime, and when I finally noticed it, I denied it.
I denied it because that's not what I wanted. I wanted to be in control, and you falling in love with me, took that away.
It messed up everything I had planned. It messed up all the things I had in store. It messed me up.
Hearing you say you loved me, made me love you.
It made me think I loved you, but is that really love?
Do I really love you?
I don't know, anymore.
This wasn't apart of the plan.
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