If I loved you less this would never have happened. If I loved you less this wouldnât be a tragedy, it would be nothing at all. If I loved you less there wouldâve been nothing to lose, and so nothing wouldâve been lost. I am only this angry, this broken, this changed because you loved me, because I loved you, because the love never stopped even while everything else fell apart. This agony would be a mere whisper, nothing more than a discomfort, if my love for you wasnât a part of my body and soul. But it is agony, because I loved you, because I love you, because I have tried to stop loving you and I have failed, and now everything will burn because the love was there and it was everything. Because, even under all this wreckage and ruin, it still is.