Answer: He loves me. I once thought I would be able to love, perhaps if I moved in with him. I cannot return his love. For this reason, it is very complicated. I am disturbed by my inability to return his love. I am driven to insanity.
Explanation:
Diego, as charming as they come. And if you weren't convinced by the way he strides, the confident but light, jovial tone in his voice, he'll catch your breath by a flash of his adorable dimples.
No charm, levity, marks his features now. Instead he is pained, confused. His hair is a tousled chaos, a charcoaled maroon. He holds himself, not by striding, but in a broken manner. He is lost.
I am the reason.
It always ends this way. Insanity is expecting the outcome to be different, when you know how the finale's script reads.
I am a broken plate. I used to be whole. I believed in love.
I was passed around. Each time I was discarded of, stains of my self image were left. Eventually no one wanted I, the stained, chipped plate. Upon realizing this I let myself shatter. I fell to the floor.
No longer, do I believe in love.
Oh, but I was so hopeful. See, to feel, to love, is to be human.
If I do not, then I have no soul, no humanity.
I do not. Therefore, I have no soul no humanity.
As I do not have soul, nor humanity, I am better off dead.
This is where the insanity starts, how it festers in my mind. I become a slave to it. It works at me until I have no will. Back broken, I am tired. I am destroyed.
See, I needed to give it one last try. I knew him, Diego, a soul of vitality and warmth. I needed to know if warmth could be spread into my darkness.
I put on my mask of emotions. We went on dates, I played my part well, mask never slipping.
Time passed, he told me he loved me. I truly felt nothing, but with my mask, I felt everything.
I must leave him.
My humanity has left me.
I must leave the world.
