I told you that night
I think I love you
Though I'm not sure I knew
What it meant.

You were cute
And you were fun
And you were kind.

So I thought I loved you.

I liked the way
You smiled when you talked
You bounced when you walked

And so I thought I loved you.

A year is a selfish thing.
Winter to Spring.
Losing everything,
Just to gain it all back.

But us, it pushes along.
And we never get a second chance.

In that year we realized,
How different we truly were.
How the things that drew us together,
Were the things we didn't want.  

But we held our tongues,
And we slowly widened the gap,
Which was promptly filled,
By our silence.

I thought I loved you.

So I held you in my arms,
And I whispered in your ear,
And I wondered if it was a lie,
If I didn't know the truth.