You held my hand that night and said the words I never thought I would hear from you.
"I love you"
You didn't love me. I knew it, I saw it but I ignored it mostly. I saw it in your eyes; I saw it in your actions. You didn't love me but you loved it when I'm around. You never loved me because you only call me in the middle of my sleep when you're high and have no one else to talk to. You never loved me because you once described to me what would be the perfect girl for you and we both know that I won't ever be that person. You never loved me because you never understood it when I'm breaking down. You were there to wipe my tears but I know you well enough to know that during those times you'd rather be elsewhere. You didn't love me; I knew it; I felt it. So please, don't ever say those three words again to someone if you don't mean it.
