I know why he did. We were not getting along. He tried to be candid. I knew something was wrong. He wasn't honest and true. I was getting depressed and blue. He did it for a reason. All the time I felt in treason. He did it. I knew it. I loved him, but it wasn't working out. All we did was yell and shout. The other girl wasn't as pretty. That didn't stop me from feeling pity. He did it. I knew it. I knew he had done it.