I never fell out of love. I need you to know that.
It was slow going, but at the same time it happened all at once.
I fell into a different kind of love.
Not so much romantic, but caring.
I care about you.
I love you.
But it won't be the same way you love me.
Loved me, even.
And I'm so sorry for that.
YOU ARE READING
For Her.
PoetryWords I should've said but never did, words I'm saying now after the fact.
