It's been said

There. It's been said. I couldn't believe my ears. But there is no doubt. It was said.

I never saw you so angry before. I had no idea you hated me this much. Not a clue. How did I miss this? Was I really so wrapped up in my own world that I was oblivious to what you were feeling about me? Where is this coming from? I honestly thought you were happy. I know I was.

The shock of what you said made me numb for a while. But when it wore off, your words were all I could remember. It's all I can still remember. It keeps playing in my mind like an ubiquitous song. A song of despise, derision, contempt, fury, hate. Oh my God, such hate! I never even knew I was capable of inspiring such anger, scorn and hatred in another human being. I am responsible for doing this to you. I still can't believe it.

And now your words are carved on my broken heart and I'm not sure if it can be removed. I know now what I must do. It's the only thing I can do.

Because it's been said. It cannot be unsaid. Still, I have nothing but love for you.