You never deserved this palpitating heart that keeps me up in the darkest dark, the brand new you I created was so much better, so much better that you hated him and hated me for creating him and forcing you to see you could choose greatness, and the things for which greatness is made, and the incredible orange happiness of mornings waking up with a yawn into my neck and hair. You hate him because he is the you that you chose against again and again and it is him who sleeps with me at night.