Spur of the moment. It was a spur of the moment thing, saying I love you. I'm not sure if I meant it, mean it. I'm not even sure what I feel for you, felt for you. I don't know why I said it, all I know is, it felt right at the time. It felt right, so I said it. The outcome wasn't what I wanted, but what I expected. I didn't want you to say 'I love you, too.' I wanted you to tell me you hated me, because I was poison for you, but I knew. I always knew you loved me. As pretencious as it sounds, I knew, all along. I knew all along I was making you fall for me. I claimed to be so innocent and unknowing, but I've always known. I liked being in control and being able to call the shots, without you even having a clue. I liked having a plan that you followed so very blindly. I didn't want you to fall inlove with me, because I loved someone else. I knew you'd fall inlove at sometime, and when I finally noticed it, I denied it. I denied it because that's not what I wanted. I wanted to be in control, and you falling in love with me, took that away. It messed up everything I had planned. It messed up all the things I had in store. It messed me up. Hearing you say you loved me, made me love you. It made me think I loved you, but is that really love? Do I really love you? I don't know, anymore. This wasn't apart of the plan.
