If I'd known – the first day that we met – how things would end up, how much pain we would both go through would I have made the effort to be your friend?
If I'd known what grief telling you that I loved you would have caused would I have said a word?
If I'd known what pain, both physical and emotional, I would suffer at your hands for one kiss would I have thought it worth the price?
If I'd known how deeply I could love you and how deeply you could hurt me would I have taken you into my bed that first time… or the second?
If I'd known how easily you could lie, to me, to yourself and to everyone would I have agreed to go along with your plans?
If I'd known how you could walk away from me after all the promises you made would I have still listened to them?
If I'd known how completely you would break my heart would I have stayed to love you?
The answer of course is "yes".
Loving you was worth the pain, it was worth the tears and it was worth the feeling of emptiness that I now have.
Loving you is the only thing I have ever been certain of and, for a while, I could believe that you loved me to.
Loving you was worth the price and I would pay it all again to have you back, if only for one more day.