You think I’m making a big deal out of love? How do you even quantify love into big and small? I don’t know about the rest of the world, but for me love is universal, a feeling that takes over your world. You claimed to love me, but then how can you love me and still be so conscious about it? Is that love? You were all about right and wrong, but in love there is no right or wrong. You never apologized for anything, you were always proving a case. Is that love? Even now you’re still pushing all the blame to me, telling me that I overdo things, telling me that it’s my fault that we’re no longer together. It’s all my fault, everything is my fault. You’re so perfect, right?