DONNA

You don't hate her. Not even close. In fact, she fascinates you. This girl. How'd she make him fall inlove? You stare at her face, trying to understand every bit of her, trying to find an answer to an unknown question. You wonder why. She's just some girl he once loved. Why do you even bother? Then it hits you. Like a fucking wave. He loved her as much as he loves you now. At some point, all those things he can't wait to tell you, were the things he told her, and meant just as much. Somehow, this thought makes you feel less special, makes you feel insecure. But you can't hate her. She did nothing to you. So you hate yourself instead.