I hate how we fell in love at a younger age. Not because it wasn’t real but because now that we are older, I could have shown you so much more of my love.
You’re always the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep, and I bet she’s always the last thing on yours.
I think what we had was more than we could handle at the time. And now here we are, something-years-later, moved on but still pretending that we don’t love one another.