I thought I lost him, when he "fell out of love with me." Hearing this, broke my heart, tore my heart, ripped my cords, "How could this be!"
So much hatred, caused destruction, so much disaster. Talking to him on the phone, he then realized it was only a mistake. He said he loved me, not long after.
Hanging up was the hardest part, now having tears in my eyes. I thought I had lost him, but I knew always, he was there for me. For my pain, my love, always for my cries.
He would be there to dry my tears. Hold me, hug me, kiss me, please me. Always me and him, always, always constantly. I loved him too, but that was a matter.
He was always there, he was always there. I'd state it in my mind, knowing he's the one. He's the one, I'd allow to care. For me and him, those memories we share.
Losing him, was the worst. And now I have him back. Talking to him day after day, calling him constantly. I couldn't get over him.
He was the one I wanted, this man I craved. The guy for me, the guy I say. He'll always know me, he will always love me.
He was there to dry my tears, he was there to kick my pains, he was there to bring me joy. I think now, "I have my boy." Knowing this now, he'd always come back for me, just for me.
And seeing how he was acting, he was always there for me.
