Every night I spend at home, lying in bed alone.
I remember the games we used to play and how much I loved every second of it.
The games have changed now.
You don’t give me the same look anymore.
You don’t smile when you see me walk in anymore.
You don’t call me your one and only anymore.
The times have changed with the seasons and so have your feelings.
Maybe you never felt it, but I still hold on to the hope that you once did.
Maybe for a split second, at some point in time, you felt the same way I do.
It’s not there anymore. I’m not sure it ever was now.
I miss it all. Those moments that seemed like a lifetime back then, are a lost fragment suspended in the past.
I failed to meet the expectations you had.
I failed you in every way possible.
Still, I don’t understand why you’re still the first and last thing that I see when I close my eyes at night, and open them to the blinding sunlight.
I should run, but I stay.
I should never call, but I call every hour.
I should keep quiet, but I never stop talking.
I should forget you, but you’re all that I know.
I should hate you, but I love you.
I always will.
I love you, plain and simple.
Maybe you’ll never understand the way I feel.
I know it must not be my place, and this is the way it should be.
I still hope, with my broken hopes and promises, that someday, you will feel the same way I do about you toward someone or something.
I know you don’t believe in love.
Neither do I. Not anymore.
I just believe in you.