it was a love song, they knew in their hearts the perfect love song, of one they're two parts it was a love song, hugs and kisses each day the perfect love song, till he threw it away
she loved him dearly, she loved him complete she was in love from her head to her feet he did love her, that much seemed true but how much depended on how the wind blew
one day she saw him, while on the phone kissing another, while walking home she confronted him the very next day in his defence, he had little to say
she loved him dearly, she loved him complete she was in love from her head to her feet she said "i hate you", thinking it wise but "i love you" reflected back in her eyes
the pain of it all, turned into a song girls, if you know, please sing along all he did wrong, turned into a song if it happened to you, please sing along
everytime you hear my name on the radio this song'll show, i won't let this go everytime you see my name in a magazine it's not as it seems, i'm hauting your dreams
I placed it in the box, as old feelings rushed through me. He doesn't want me in his life anymore. Moving with a calculated coldness, I get up and walk to my door.
Not even a year ago he stood here while he told me he would never leave me. He told me he loved me. He held me in his arms. Did I dream all this? No, those are the momentos I keep. That is all I have left from our relationship, our friendship. Whath happened to us?
Glancing back, I see the corner of the box. His box. This wouldn't be so hard if he would ever bother to tell me what he was thinking. Like that would happen; he barely did that while we were going out. I remember that day so clearly. I remember how he said things weren't working out. I remember how he said that he's actually have to get on Facebook to change his relatiohship status. I remember how even his voice sounded, never faltering, while I was all choked up with tears. He said he loved me. Who does that? Who breaks up with someone, and says, "I love you," then proceeds to avoid them?
That's the difference between us, why we didn't work out. When I say, "I will love your forever," I mean it. Yes, I do still love him, but not like that. I don't want to marry him, or even date him again. I just want him to be happy and safe.
I say this so you understand. He doesn't like me, in any way, shape, or form. He can't stand to be near me, he avoids me like the plague. I tell you this so you know why I avoid him. I care him, I don't want him to be unhappy or uncomfortable, which he clearly is when I'm around. So I avoid him.
Tough luck, kid. You can't. The one you need to heal you is the one who did you wrong. He's gone, and you can't make this alone, you're not that strong. And you sit and listen to your song, wondering what went wrong. Does he have a heart? I thought you held it, I guess not. He stole it back, and you didn't even notice. What is wrong with you? You could have caught him in the act. You could have stopped him, instead you let him walk all over you. You let him waltz right in and steal your heart, taking it with him far far away, to somewhere you will never find it. So much for, "I love you more," or, "You're more amazing." You're just a good story to tell. Another addition to a closet of broken hearts, stoled from the unsuspecting. You're confused, you're fine, but you're falling apart. No one has ever had this strong a pull, no one. It's like the song, your song. "Oh, it's what you do to me." That used to make you so happy. You remember that, right? Turning the radio up, yelling the lyrics as loudly as humanly possible. Not you fight back tears. After a week, you love him like you did for a year. But you don't want to have him back. You just want to forget about the two of you together. To travel back in time before you went out. To let it all go, not to worry about it. "I wish that I could stop this wishing and just say my last goodbye."
I loved him with all of my heart. I had him, and he loved me too. But, not anymore. He doesn't love me anymore, and it doesn't matter how much I want it, he's never coming back. So things weren't goint so well. We could fix them. Some of them were fixed already. I willingly gave up one of my best friends because I thought it would make me happier, but the next day, I lost my best friend. My best friend in the whole world, and I wish that he could be the one to comfort me. I wish that I could talk to him.
i want to tell you that i still love you, like i have for a year. like you loved me for a year. but you don't anymore, and i doubt you ever will. one doesn't stop loving another in a day, not after a year of saying one loves the other more. you said you loved me more, and when i argued, you said i was wrong. well, guess who was wrong after all? not me. but, oh, how i wish i was. how i wish that my heart wasn't broken by some kid with curly hair. broken by someone who can get over love so quickly. maybe you never actually loved me. that would make more sense. but how could you, how could anyone pretend something so strong, for so long. maybe i imagined it, but your eyes seemed to sparkle when you looked at me. you seemed to love surprising me with kisses. you seemed to love being in love with me. but i guess not. maybe i just saw my eyes reflected in yours, projected my happiness onto your features. maybe you just wanted to see how far i could fall . . .
