People used to tell that we were flawless together and we looked 'picture perfect'. They used to tell that you were lucky to have me because they thought I deserved better but I never cared what they told because I knew I loved you and I didn't care about anything other than us. But what about now?
I never knew you were starving to break my heart. I gave you everything you needed. Wasn't I enough for you? What was lacking in my love? Is loving someone truly a crime?
