I need a reason.

Just a reason.

Something that makes sense, something that I can process and accept, just … a reason.

Yesterday, I was a person.

And today, you broke me.

Why?

What made you stop loving me?

What made you stop caring?

What is wrong with me?

Please tell me; my heart feels like a rotten apple core, and I can feel the darkness spreading, all-consuming.

Maybe that’s the reason.

Maybe my heart was always a rotten apple core, and you saw it before I did.