I told you that I loved you.
You smiled and kissed me – tried to make me believe that you loved me back. And, oh!
Oh, how I wanted to believe you.
But, your kisses, your touches – they felt empty. And, for the briefest of moments, I wondered.
I wondered about every kiss, about every touch, and if they were meant for her. And, in that moment, I knew a truth.
The truth was that it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter… because you smiled and kissed me.
And, you tried to make me believe that you loved me back.
akervand 