I remember,
The way you held my hand as you drove.
Your secure and homely embrace, the strong touch of your arms around my body.
The soft and warm touch of your lips on mine.
I swear, I fell in love over and over again, with each whisper, each laughter we shared.
To the moment you told me you 'love me'.
Correction; "Loved me".
I now realise that you've never loved me as much as you claim,
Your actions of seeking out other women confirmed a lot.
I know now, that wasn’t love.
It was the thought of being ‘in love’ that put you in a nostalgic state.

You didn’t love me.
You were just afraid to be alone,
And I can’t think of one good reason why I assumed you loved me.

I couldn't think of one good reason.