yami0204

I knew he hated me; I could tell just by the way he never looked at me.  The way he talked to me--growled at me, more like it--and ignored me beyond the grumbling was enough to clue me in.  He hated me just as he hated the world and himself.  To be truthful, all I wanted was to see him smile at least once, for me, at me, with me.  But he never smiled for me, at least in the life we shared together.  In his other life he laughed and joked and did everything that I had wanted him to experience with me, but he had forgotten about me by then.  He'd forgotten about his former life entirely.  He'd forgotten about everything before this new life of