...to find out if I would miss you? Or to see if I would cry? Or to laugh at my broken wings? Or to hurt my healing wounds? Or was it to kill the lover in me? Tell me.
Why was there even a doubt, when it was apparent that I am the lover among us and not you and that I will no doubt miss you and cry a river and fly no more and bleed till I fall weak but that was not enough and you wanted to kill the lover in me for your what ever selfish reason.
And I don’t know yet if the lover has died.