Well, I need you now. And where are you? Here? No. No one is here. No one is ever here.
So much for your love.
Perhaps I have been left behind. I always thought when someone said the words “I love you” that there was some depth of meaning in them. Perhaps this changed somewhere between the time I was born and now. Because when I say them, I make sure I mean them. But when you say them, they seem fake. You are like everyone else. I thought perhaps that you might be different. That when you said “I love you,” you meant it.
But I was wrong. And it is my fault that I cry myself to sleep at the pain you cause. It is my fault for believing that you might be someone who really did care.
How foolish of me to believe in you.
