Tears fill my eyes as I look at him and he looks at me. Of coarse he didn't love me but the thought of him loving me was so grand that i thought, I just thought that maybe he actually loved me made me look past the fact that your family killed my family. Guess I was the fool, the idiot, the classic love struck teenager who doesn't know a thing about love but pretends they do. As I cough up blood and look at the man I loved the only thing i can think of, the only words I can think of.
"I loved you bitch"