Do you remember the first night we stayed up late
to count the stars?
I felt something new that night
and I was so afraid.
You somehow convinced me that you were
Different.
I fell for it, nice going, Me.
I'll bet you don't remember the night you said
"I love you".
It must have been so easy for you to say
considering you didn't even look at my face.
I still believed you.
How long has it been?
I know, over a year.
So why does it still hurt this bad?
