He loves her. He loves her. The words sting. All of the gifts. Everywhere we went. Everything we did. It meant nothing to him. He loves her. He loves her. I don't want to be jealous and I refuse to say it. I can't. Maybe I'm just upset that its really over. I haven't seen him in so long. Even if I do, he loves her.

Breathe. It's over.
Completly, 100% over.
When he looks at you he sees nothing but human. Nothing...
Anymore...



Maybe...



He loves her.
She loves him,
*But so do I?