I guess I asked the wrong question
but “could” or “do”, you still answered “Dearly.” so is it just that you could have but never did love me?
I used to write to cope There was a time I still believed there was hope I used to think the perfect line Could turn back time, Could make life fair But there’s a girl out there Struggling beneath the weight Because some boy doesn’t believe in fate He had to force the matter Slipped her something amidst mindless chatter He took what he could get And she’ll spend years trying...
You knew me when I still scribbled secretively in the back of notebooks, when I still had the glimmer of unspoken lies in my eyes. You knew me when I still found joy through the written word. You know so many things about a person who doesn’t even exist anymore.