I was never in love with you
just the idea of You
but sometimes
I miss the way You'd hold my hand
as we walked to a park
to sit on a bench
looking up at the stars
Your warm breath on my face
as You wrapped your arm around me
and told me I was pretty
You made me feel special
like I never had before
I knew it was never meant to last
but sometimes
I wish you'd hold my hand again
tell me I'm pretty
I know I should hate you for what You did
but i just can't