The last thing I said to him was that I hated him. The last thing I did to him was backstab him.

I hurt him, but then he hurt me.

The last time I saw him was three weeks ago.

But I put it off, saying sorry. I was going to tell him today.

I was going to admit that he'd got to me like no one ever had before.

Me, the girl with a wall 3 metres thick around her.

Me, the girl wearing a permanent face mask.

I was going to admit to him that he'd opened the oyster and found the pearl inside.

I was going to say, "I love you."

But I never got the chance. He found someone else.

I should have said it earlier.