don't ask me what love is.
don't ask me because my mind with go straight to him and i'll be forced to relive all the wonderful moments with him. ill play the sound of his melodic laugh over and over. i won't be able to get the image of his perfect smile out of my head. my stomach will once again be filled with butterflies as i think about when he first told me that he loved me and that he wanted to be with me the rest of his life... but then the feeling will fade. ill remember how i caught him with someone else all those times and yet i still thought that he meant it when he apologized and said he'd never do it again. ill think about the time that he stood me up on our anniversary and didn't feel an ounce of regret. but most of all i'll remember the day that he left me. ill always remember how he left me for someone who was better and how every word that he said before he walked away stung like someone was slapping me.
don't ask me because i really don't know anymore. i really don't know what love is... i thought i did once but now i'm not so sure.
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Things ill Never Tell
Poésie"I told everyone I got over you. too bad I lied..." This story isnt for you. واجهني اذا لك عين. "يعني حلال فيني عذابك؟ عادي طول الليل طاريك بكلامي؟ كلهم يسألوني من تقصد، تصدق حتى انت تسألني معاهم؟" - علي نجم
