Man meet your maker, I give you the author

Tired of seeing you ignore me, tired of you pretending not to notice me. I'm here. So get off your high horse and deal with it. I'm not planning on leaving until you answer me my question. It's a simple one, and yet it gives you so much trouble. All I want to know is...

Why did you say that you don't love me anymore, when just yesterday you looked me in the eyes and said that you wished we could stay that way forever? In each other's arms, and in complete and total bliss?

I guess the writers were right when they said that ignorance is bliss.