Perfect betrayal

[Katherine Grillet]

Don't understand me wrong. True, I took him from you. But not because I love him. Because I love you, I love you and I can't do anything about it. I want only you for myself. And now, now you hate me.
You and me, here, together, with each other and on each other and in each other—I can feel you in my veins in the very beating of my heart, in my blood and my brain and my skin. I can feel you under my skin and I've snapped. Kennya I love you. You are my everything.

I never thought love could be the world and the stars and each drop of rain and ray of light, each gust of wind or flicker of flame, and I never thought love could be so sweet, so painfully sweet, but also filled with hatred.
I'm crying out your name as if it were a prayer, as if it would save me from damnation. And I didn't know betrayal felt so right and so goddamned amazingly perfect.

And I'm ruining us; it's over—nothing will be the same after this, and I don't know what it means, what we'll say in the aftermath, when we wake up in the morning. And I don't know how much you'll regret it; hopefully you don't regret it, because I'll never regret it. And I know that this is a mistake, that we're a mistake, and I'm the mistake that made this mistake and I can't stop thrashing my head.
Just because I love you. And you... You hate me. I took everything from you, just for the sake of you being mine. Kennya, how do you feel about me?