Saturday, 2 April 2011

not the way that I love you

It's so uncomfortable to say this out loud, but I think I always wanted you more than you wanted me. I remember when we first met, long before I first lost myself in your eyes, and your arms. You could switch off in an instant, and it crushed my heart, stole the breath clean out of me. And on it continued - sometimes small things, sometimes big, but you had the frustrating yet unquestionably admirable ability to just turn off and walk away.

So maybe you never did really love me. Probably you never did. Not the way that I love you, anyway.

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