Always.
She’s never stopped loving you. I see her when I mention your name. It’s not a cringe. It’s more of a dreamy, nostalgic stare. She subtly mentions and asks about you. Wonders how you are and what’s going on in your life. She can’t seem to love anyone else as she’s loved you. Every nice gesture, every act of courtship, you’ve used already. Everything reminds her of you. She thinks she’s in love. I think she’s in love with the thought of you
She doesn’t know who you’ve become. Scared to love again so you have temporary brushes into people’s lives. Scared to get hurt again so you act like you’re always in control. I see you and I know how messed up you were. She ruined you and you don’t even know it. Your heart has turned into a rock as the years have gone by. What happened to you?
Why don’t you believe in love like you used to?
