So what am I supposed to say to you? What's that song say, the one you used to listen to all then time? "How am I supposed to feel about you when you're gone," right? Yeah, that's right. So you and I spent a night together. It was great, I'll give you that. I never knew you would feel like that about me. But then you left, and I had to imagine that it never happened. Yeah, you wouldn't know. Don't pretend like you do.
I don't know, maybe I just piled so much hope in that last kiss. It's just that it seemed to say so much. It was like a promise, and I was an idiot and believed you. That you would come back. Well, you have now, but it's not like I thought. You're back for yourself, not for me.
I don't want to have to sit here and take it again. I'm not letting you get to me. I'm not letting you get to know me again, get to know my weakness. It used to be you, you know. I'm not sure what it is now. Chocolate? Walks in the rain? Dancing? Who knows. It's not you anymore, that's for sure. You killed that when you disappeared.
Maybe I loved you. Maybe I thought I loved you.
