it was a Saturday, last June.
it was a beautiful day.
we'd been talking for almost a month and I was excited to finally meet you.
you made the hour drive to my town and picked me up from work.
mini golf, lunch, a walk by the water, and our first kiss.
it was perfect.

if only things had stayed as perfect as that first day.

now, you lie to me.
you lie about me.
you say you're not in love with me anymore.
you say you're not sure about us.

are you ashamed?
have I done something wrong?

am I not smart enough? not pretty enough? am I just not enough for you?

what do I need to do? what do you want?
just tell me, and I'll do it.
I want nothing else.
I only want you.

it was a Saturday, last June.
I fell in love with you the moment I met you.
and now I'm supposed to tell those feelings to take a back seat so you can decide if you still want to drive.