During a moving, late night conversation, I told you I loved you. You cried thankful, happy tears. Today, out of the blue, You told me you were in love with me. I responded with slight annoyance, and fear.
The difference between My words and yours Is that I only say what I mean
But you say these things Because in little doses I wash away your insecurities.
I say these things because I love you in whatever way, and you say them so that I'll stay, but I don't want you in that way right now anyway. Get it?