Psycho.

That was her story, the story she claimed to everyone, adding in her own make-believe embellishments. 

He was a psycho for liking her, for not taking no for an answer. 

He was a psycho for believing her when she said they were friends, 

For talking to her, though never asking her out. 

For being happy to have her in his life in one way or another. 

He was a psycho for having deep feelings and writing them, for not being a sociopath like those she was used to.

He was a psycho. 

He was not the one who’d married a grotesque pig of an adult infant man, who was that when she met him. He did not make her message him when days had passed without his acknowledging her. He had never posted on her wall, nor blown a kiss and embraced him for gifts, then lied about having accepted everything. He was not the one who incessantly sought others’ pity and attention, leaving herself wide open for more pigs to take advantage. He was not the one who feigned friendship while talking shit to others. He had never made innuendo to her in front of others, discussed intimate body parts in front of her, nor announced his sexual proclivities in a full room. He was not the one who would say things and then had to ask if they had been said out loud. He did not have obsessive ruts. He was not the one who saw perils in everything out of the ordinary. He was not the one who insisted upon contact after he had made it clear he no longer wanted any … would not take no for an answer. 

He was not the one who clearly had feelings but would not act upon them. He was not the one who claimed to have no feelings and yet sent her a gift after he had tried to ruin her. Then stayed silent. He did not hunt her down to glare at her, though having claimed so much fear. Nor was he the one who rewrote history to stab her, and refused to ever admit it. 

But HE was the psycho, assuredly, in her petulant, self-serving version of events. 

He was still the psycho, even now, for being irreparably destroyed yet still caring about one so deranged, one who could not let him go … 

He was a psycho for having loved her. 

And that part was likely true, as it was nothing but self-torture, as she truly loved no one, not even herself. If she did, she would not be how she was. She had no care for him nor what she had done … because he was a psycho. But it would be an actual psycho she next chose, as always.