If this is love, God, I would loathe to see what you do to the ones you truly despise. If this is love, I would rather know none again. You claim so much that you do is infallible, yet in the process of having no other recourse with me, you also let me destroy a man you claimed to be your favorite. That man is here, now, and knows nothing but loss and betrayal due to a game that you perpetrated. You could have left me alone (And by Your name, you know you did long and well enough) and he would have been a stronger, happier man for it. I wouldn't call it presumption, I know very little of what You have in store for us, for any of us, but he could have done without my intervention, and I could have done without Yours.
No, I know that, and I don't need your help to find a way to purification. I am on that path, walking alone.
I once loved you most. There's a cold, useless stone where that once was. Once I carve it out of me, perhaps there will be room for love, but I assure you, it won't be for you.