Words cannot explain the feelings I felt for you.
Or the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I would wonder why you would lead me on.
You made me feel like I was the only one.
I loved it when you called just to say hello.
And the way you said goodnight, sleep tight or have a good day.
I loved the way you held my hand in an unfamiliar place where we didn't now anybody.
I loved the way that you would look at me and smile.
And the way that you would say my name.
I loved our late night serious talks, even though I acted like I didn't.
I loved how I could be me, whenever I was with you.
And I loved how you were able to be you, whenever you were with me.
I miss your voice and I miss your smile.
I miss the look in your eyes that made me feel so special.
I miss coming home, knowing that any minute you would call.
I miss reading your texts over and over again.
Or seeing that you called.
I loved the silent moments in between our late night calls.
I loved looking at you, knowing that for that one second, I was the only thing on your mind.
Now, I hate the way you make me cry.
By not saying anything at all.
You didn't even say goodbye.
I hate the way I stay up thinking about you, when someone else is on your mind.
I hate how I thought you loved me, but all this time you were lying.
I hate how I love you.
Still.
But now "were" nothing but a memory slowly fading in time.
