You never really cared, did you? It was all a faux, a hoax to cheer me up. You never did care. There's a line between a friend and an acquaintance. The ironical part is where that line, is thicker than that is between friend and foe.

Life was never like a box of chocolates, it was like an expired one, where you don't know the difference between a chocolate that was edible and one that wasn't. It was never a bed of roses, it was a bush of wild ones. Beautiful, pierces you right through the skin. It eats you, through and through.

Of all the people I've loved, you're the person, that gives one of the most heartache. Even though I didn't know you for very long. Sometimes, I'd wish you'd finish your job, and not leave it hanging. Its painful. But I'm your's, to fill or burst, to break or bury, to wear as jewelry.

Probably you could say, " I know you." But I don't know you. Not because I didn't want to, but because you never wanted to let me in. How much do I know you? I could be able to list down everything I know about you within ten sentences. I bet you could write a dissertation on how to break my heart.

You always seemed so close to me. When I needed you, you'd be there. When I wanted you there, you always seem available. But you never seem to have wanted me, or have ever needed me. Its was soon Pity, rather than anything else.

When I look your way, I wish you would care about you, I wonder if you do. When I talk to you, as much as I can, I'm in love. When I tell you I can't live without you, I mean it. When I say I miss you, I miss you more than I can miss anything else.

I made a promise to you, Lord. Slowly, you know, slowly, I begin to feel, its not that I gave up in you that day. You gave up on me.