Rob, I still love you.
I stopped talking to you last New Year, tried to get a move on with my life and forget about you. I lasted for about four months. Until little by little I edged towards you, thinking that we could still be friends after all that had happened. I thought I already forgot about the feelings I had for you, the love only I can feel. But I was wrong.
It's clear that you don't care about me anymore, that all the things we shared before are now completely burned and the ashes sprayed over the ocean. Oh how fast you change your mind, how quick you forget what you feel for me. I swore you said you loved me, even if it didn't escape your mouth. I know it had been in your head, you told me so.
What had I done for you to change your mind? Is it because I'm now taking things seriously, that I'm thinking of migrating where you are just so I could be with you? Is it because you aren't serious after all? It's all just a bliss, a sudden gush of emotions, a need to be loved, nothing more.
I don't want you to see how broken I am. Several times I had tried to force you back to me, cried helplessly, begged for you to love me. I opened up to you, showed you all my weaknesses, vulnerably chased after your love for me that had long been gone. And now nothing has changed, I'm still the same girl you left broken and unwanted. Thrown away after you got tired of toying with me. I don't really blame you, I don't. It was me who wanted all these, who pursued you when you said to leave you alone.
I just thought I could make it work, oh how wrong I was.
Now I watch you from afar, enjoying your life, talking to the girls you really like. It felt so unfair that I'm still stuck here rotting, while you are moving on and having such fun calling them your 'love'. I don't know where to go, I keep on looking back, thinking what might have been, thinking how perfectly you fit your hands on mine, imagining your soft warm kisses spring me back to life. But they're all gone, you're gone. And I can't say I'm moving on because...
...after all, you're still the one I truly want.
It's clear that you don't care about me anymore, that all the things we shared before are now completely burned and the ashes sprayed over the ocean. Oh how fast you change your mind, how quick you forget what you feel for me. I swore you said you loved me, even if it didn't escape your mouth. I know it had been in your head, you told me so.
What had I done for you to change your mind? Is it because I'm now taking things seriously, that I'm thinking of migrating where you are just so I could be with you? Is it because you aren't serious after all? It's all just a bliss, a sudden gush of emotions, a need to be loved, nothing more.
I don't want you to see how broken I am. Several times I had tried to force you back to me, cried helplessly, begged for you to love me. I opened up to you, showed you all my weaknesses, vulnerably chased after your love for me that had long been gone. And now nothing has changed, I'm still the same girl you left broken and unwanted. Thrown away after you got tired of toying with me. I don't really blame you, I don't. It was me who wanted all these, who pursued you when you said to leave you alone.
I just thought I could make it work, oh how wrong I was.
Now I watch you from afar, enjoying your life, talking to the girls you really like. It felt so unfair that I'm still stuck here rotting, while you are moving on and having such fun calling them your 'love'. I don't know where to go, I keep on looking back, thinking what might have been, thinking how perfectly you fit your hands on mine, imagining your soft warm kisses spring me back to life. But they're all gone, you're gone. And I can't say I'm moving on because...
...after all, you're still the one I truly want.