"I need to see you," you said desperately.
"You're taken."
That was five years ago. A lot of things have changed since then. You're not 'taken' anymore. But even so, you've stopped coming to me, begging for the slightest contact. Maybe you feel that your love for me caused her to leave. I've almost given up hope on you…
"Do you love me?"
"No."
"You just lied."
I'm not lying anymore. If I could, I'd scream it in front of the world. Did you know that I'd give up forever to touch you? I cover up truth in my lies.