“I’ll be your friend in hell until then I despise you. And I probably always will. I can’t afford to make another mistake like this, ‘Cause this is more than I can take. I don’t mean to leave angry, this is by your own devise. I’m sure this comes as no surprise.”
I loved something I made up, something that’s just as dead as Melly is. I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn’t see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes—and not him at all.