I never ask 'how', because I know.
I don't ask how we got here. We don't speak, we pretend the other doesn't exist; or at least, I pretend. I think it comes naturally to you. I had no idea you were so talented at leaving people behind. Despite all the weird and wonderful things I knew about you, despite your dark, dangerous secrets, I never, ever thought you were one of those girls. I never knew you were cruel. Or spiteful. Or so mean. I never knew you could flip the switch so easily. I never expected you to be a liar. I never saw it coming. But after the denial, I got over it, and now I know. I know how we got here. I know it's because of you.
It's the » why « that haunts me.