Love, it hurts.
Don’t say you love me too much when all you did was spending a little amount of time in a day asking me if I was doing well.
What you said bore no resemblance to what you did.
Don’t come, fill me with imaginary, then leave like that.
Don’t be so cruel like that. God sees what you did.
Move on so well like we haven’t met. How can you do that ?