The love I had for you was like one of those animals that is supposedly more dangerous as a baby than an adult. It doesn't control it's strength, similarly, I had no control over the way I chose to manifest my feelings for you. I was the cub and you were the parent watching me play. The only difference is that you never told me when to stop. So I kept going, I kept loving you with every fiber in my body. I loved you until the only way to make me stop was to hurt me.