Fifty years from now,
I won't be in your arms.
I won't be kissing you
Or falling asleep to the sound of your voice.
I'll be married to a man who isn't you
And you'll be married to a woman who isn't me.
But I can bear the thought of that.
I'm sure that other man will be the love of my life.
I just wanted you to know,
Even long after we part and find love with others,
You'll still have scars on my heart and memories in my mind.
Because a love like we have,
Can never be completely forgotten.
Not even fifty years from now.

Children believe in the tooth fairy because of their parents deception. They don't know any better. They are too young to know that sometimes people lie. Not because it's their only option, simply because they find it in their best interest for some odd reason. I believed that you loved me because you said you did. I didn't know any better. I was too young to know that sometimes people say they love you even when they don't. Not because it's their only option, simply because they find it in their best interest for some odd reason.

How was it in your best interest?

When I told you I loved you I meant it. I knew that it wasn't in my best interest but I said it anyway.

All I cared about was you.

Did it hurt this bad to find out that the tooth fairy wasn't real?