He told me that I changed him, and that he hated the injustice of everything. He told me why he was the way he was to you, and it was because of me. He told me I was too vulnerable, too soft. He told me I need to stop caring so much, stop loving people who don't love me back. He told me that respect was earned, not deserved. He said you couldn't love me, because you never respected me.

But still, I loved you and defended you.

And still, I wondered why I did.