I’m done loving you with every part me of my heart when you only loved me with a sliver of yours. How much do you love her though?
Is it more or less than how much you loved me?
If it is it more… Does she know about me?
Does she know about all the nights we shared?
Does she know that you proposed to me on the 4th of July?
Does she know that I was your first?
That you said you would love me forever?
Do you tell her that too? Do you actually mean it this time? Will you ever mean it?
If you, does she know how lucky she is?
Does she know about all the stuff I wrote about you?
I know you saw, but did she?
Did you show her, or keep it to yourself? Like it’s our little secret…
Did you tell her all our secrets?
Even the dirty ones?
Does she know about the times that our bodies were tangled between your bedroom sheets?
Or when your fingers used to dance up my thighs?
What about each time that your lips did the same?
And maybe even when they did a little more than that...
I’m sure she loved hearing those ones.
How does it feel to be with a girl that is 2,196 miles away? You can’t even hug her or kiss her like you could do with me?
Does she know that I’m only less than 2 miles and that I could easily do all those things for you?
And so much more.
I would do anything for you still, you just have to call me. I’d come running.
Does she know that I’m still head over heels in love with you? Do you even know that?
If you do, I hope you know that you know that I’m trying to stop.