The worst part was that I trusted you, but the best part was that you broke my trust,, because that is how I know the real you...

I tremble at the idea of you hating me.. not because I want to be loved,, but because if your love, your "friendship", your "goodwill" towards me harmed me so much , how much more destruction can your hatred and maledictions bring... Sometimes I feel glad that you broke my trust, you played with my friendship, because this is how I know you were never worthy of these..