Go on, wear my shirt and tell him you love him! Hold his hand while wearing the ring I gave. Bring him to our favorite diner, sip that strawberry shake and tell him stories on that couch we used to sit on.
Then come back here, look me in the eyes and tell me there was never a moment I crossed your mind.
Do you tell him 'I love you' in between kisses? Do you love him? Did you ever?
Or is he just another guy for the taking? Another guy to make you forget, to keep you company, to numb the pain?
