You've said those phrases, yet denied your sentences.
You didn't put it in words, but I can read the immersed.
Helpless me in between your lies. Clueless me, all mystified.

Wasted my heart. Again.
Wasted my heart. Again.

It was not love, was it?
For love knows no fear (while I was afraid to death).
For love knows no limit.
No such thing as 'Enough is enough. We're finished.'

For love is kind, it is patient,
endures long,
and never gives up.

Else, it's not love after all,
merely a surge of emotion. Just like yours.




~ So, don't ever say you love me again... you just didn't mean it.