i love you, in ways you've never been loved, for reasons you've never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.
i like to pretend that you didn't mean as much to me as you did. but deep down, i know the truth. when i write, it's about you. i may lie to myself and say it isn't, but it always is. it's always been about you.