You know it, I know it, we both know it.
What we had wasn’t love. It may have felt like it but we know it wasn’t.
I mean the way you hugged me with your fingers caressing my hair felt like home, and my heart skipped a beat every time you kissed me hard enough to bruise, and whenever I pulled away you grabbed me by my waist so I would never be able to resist…
and with every thought of you, my heart beat so fast until I felt like I’m drowning and it drove me insane, and I would occasionally breathe your name like a prayer and maybe sometimes I imagined forever with you…
and you may have kissed the scar on my lower midriff.. and sometimes you made me laugh until my stomach ached, and we may have written each other love letters every day…
and anyone who met us may have told us they have never seen a couple so in love…and each exchange between us might have sounded like an excerpt from the movie Before Sunrise… and we actually wrote a better story than Celine and Jesse’s…
and what we had was infinite… and we felt every emotion imaginable… and we gave the world a love to remember…
But we were never in love.
You know it, I know it, we both know it.
What we had wasn’t love. It may have felt like it but we know it wasn’t.
Because if it was love, we should have been meant to be. If it was love, the thought of you now would not have made my stomach twist in pain. If it was love, I wouldn’t be so deprived of it today and your name would not feel so cold on my lips…
And everything would not have turned into a mess.
And you know it, I know it, we both know it,
In this mess of ours, I was the messee and you were the messer.