He said I think I love you.
I thought he might.
He said he loved me.
I knew he did.
He said he loved me.
He does doesn’t he?
He said no one else would ever love me the way he did.
I thought he must be right.
He said he loved me more.
I thought maybe he did. Maybe he could.
He got on one knee, proposed we love each other for life.
My heart sank but I said yes.
Months we planned, we invited family and friends.
I was scared. My uncertainty eating away at me.
He sat me down and said he didn’t know if he loved me.
I cried for the loss but not for the pain.
I left. I was grateful I still am.
For the next person who said I love you meant it and I meant it back.
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