Well his brown eyes fell in love with my murky blue green the way yours never could. He looks at me differently than you do, talks to me differently, touches me differently. He's falling in love with me the way you never could have. But the thing is every time I look in his brown eyes all I see is the sparkle that's missing that I always saw in yours. All I see is the way your eyes looked into mine when the weight of ribs replaced the weight of my problems. And that's when I knew these memories of you, how I'm using him, is how you used me to try and forget about her. It didn't work for you so why would it work for me..?
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Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
Roman d'amourI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
