This time last year, I loved you, and thought there was still a small chance you loved me.
Now I wonder if you ever loved me, or if it was just easy to type because the words in print, held no weight.
It always seemed when we talked that you would have trouble forming the words in your mouth, and I don’t remember you ever saying it first, but only in response to my telling you.
I’m not sure what hurt worse: knowing you didn’t love me anymore, or the realization that you may have never loved me.
And this year? You are remembering to love yourself most, right?
There’s no one else to do it! lol
A pox on him. x
I’m sure he’s blissfully happy. lol