The Confession of a Killer

It was in the year 2008, I met the love of my life. He was very understanding (at-least, I thought he was), he let me throw up all my emotions (rage, sorrow, happiness) at him and still at the end consoled me with warmth. But, it was me who betrayed him, I only met him once or twice a year, since I was busy with stuff that seemed to be of much more importance to me.