Jojo over heaven

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I exhausted every means in order to break Jonathan's heart.--- Thinking
back on it now, it was all rather cute insidious bullying, but it was between fellow
children that were stuck within the bounds of children's society. So that much
was plenty.
Jonathan would cry himself to sleep every night.
That whiny attitude only irritated me further.--- That was all it took.
From things like skipping meals, getting yelled at by Father, losing
friends, his heart would completely break apart.---That utter lack of resistance
was truly unforgivable.
A heart like that would collapse in one night of living in the city I grew
up in. No, he might not even make it one hour.
It is plain to see how spoiled he's been thus far in life, and he was at the
height of discomfort----- I would have to push this man much, much more, I
thought. But...
As I have mentioned, this period of me tormenting Jonathan was not
very long. In order to crush his heart, as one of the means of doing so, I got my
hands on his woman.---- That was a failure.
Jonathan was a man that would not resist no matter how oppressed he
was himself. But he the type where for others, especially for those who were
important to him, he would explode.
I made light of that explosiveness.
And I was blown into a wall.
In an honest fist fight with Jonathan, I lost.--- I will swallow my pride
here and admit openly that when that happened, I cried.
Not performance tears, like at my father's funeral, but real tears.
And not from the pain of being hit.
From the frustration, sadness, and the utter misery of it, I cried.--- Up to
that point, I had planned to overwhelmingly stand above Jonathan. And at that
point, I learned that that was only an illusion.