I think you know. I could see it in your eyes. The confusion when I purposefully missed you, multiple times. The fear in mine when you purposefully didn’t miss me, knowing I couldn’t fight back.

Do you know the predicament I’m in?

It’s agonizing, and it’s all your fault.

I think that if my Momma saw what I was doing, she would laugh and laugh. Laugh at my inability to even be a decent villain. Laugh at the fact that every single thing I do is to impress you. (You did look a tad impressed when I caught your throwing knife) ((((before I ‘mistakenly’ dropped it in front of you. Heh.)))) But anyways, she always found stuff like that funny. I miss her a bit.

In a few days, I plan on setting a bomb in some government building. It’ll be one easy to defuse… not that I doubt your ability to stop it. You could probably stop anything that I tried to do, but then again, I haven’t been trying very hard. The good thing about where I’m gonna plant the bomb: it’s on the roof, and there’s a little ledge on a nearby building, a PERFECT place for me to wait. When you show up, I can start some verbal-battle between us. We are going to have a FULFILLING CONVERSATION! I genuinely look forward to it. The bad thing about this: when we battle it out, I have to be extra careful. If I threw you off the roof, I would throw myself off too right then and there. On the other hand, you would throw ME of the roof without hesitation. Now, THAT would make Momma laugh.

You’re impossible. I don’t even know why I try. If I could, I’d rip out my heart and destroy my feelings for you. But I can’t rip my heart out! I’d never be able to see you again!

Gosh, writing that makes me wanna swallow the bomb I’m planting later. I can’t stand myself.

2:43 am, March 3rd, 2051