Bossy Brothers Tony

We are not soul mates, or lovers, or even frenemies. She is the one who needed to get away. What we had together wasn't blind love, it was sick rage. We were a match made in hell, it was hate at first sight, and when she walked away from me and never looked back-it was a relief. It was bliss. So why did I travel two thousand miles so I could be near her? Why can't I stop thinking about this girl I never want to see again? Why. Am I. Here? And what do I have to do to make her disappear for good?