When I tell you once,
"Do you love me?"
And you don't answer,
It broke my heart
into million small pieces.
And then it came once,
when I didn't ask,
but instead say.
"I love you."
It was 20 years since I asked.
Maybe it's already too late,
but I really don't care.
At least,
say the words I want to hear.
And you said it,
but with one, added letter.
"I loved you."
How cruel of you.
