What a mundane question, but really, what exactly is it?
Because I thought I knew.
I thought I knew, I thought I had an idea-a good one in fact.
But now I’m not so sure.
I think I’m in love, it’s what I always dreamt it would be.
It’s what I’ve always hoped it was, but now that’s all ruined for me.
How could you do this?
I always had an idea, but I never expected this, not the way you talked about him.
I don’t think I’ve ever literally heard the hurt in someone’s voice before tonight.
I hate you for doing this to him.
I never hated you for what you did to me, but I hate you for this. All he’s ever done is love you, why did you have to be so selfish?
Nobody’s ever good enough for you, are they?