And

I love

     how you look at me like it's always the first time

and

     the way your hands are always warm against mine

and

     how your lips were always so gentle

and

     how your voice sounded saying "I love you" the first time.

I hate

     that I wasn't enough for you

and

     how your words were cold and hard

and

     that she loved you more than I did

and

     how your voice sounded saying "goodbye" the last time.