How did I miss it..

You told me once that you felt that you were evil.  That everyone has a string of black and white beads and your string has one more black than white and you have to fight yourself daily just to be average and not evil.  You told me that you took pleasure in hurting people. That you found joy in causing someone mental pain because those scars don't heal.  How did I not hear you plotting my demise? How did I not realize that because you did care about me on some level you were giving me warning.. foreshadowing to what would happen if I continued to allow myself to love you.  I guess you were right.. while my heart is weak, yet mended, my mind is still raw with the pain you caused...