Every night over and over again I try and tell myself that I don't love you anymore, that you're just another memory locked up inside my head. But I'm only lying to myself, because deep down inside I still love you more than anything, but of corse you don't love me anymore. You've moved on, and I should too. But I can't because you were my everythign, and sadly you still are. But I'm trying my best to forget what used to be...but always know this: I love you know I love you true and you should know...I would die for you.
