You were never in love with me.

You were in love with the thought of me. With the little messed up head of yours, you knew that you didn't need me. You just wanted someone around. To keep you company and go through your ******* with you. Someone to stick around long enough to show you that there was more to life. But it was different for a while. You actually felt loved and didn't know how to handle it. Growing up unloved, you finally felt something more. Love hits you like looking at a rainbow after a rainy day. I didn't ask for anything in return, but your love and to be there when I needed you.

You were in love with the future of being in love. You didn't commit to anyone, because you knew that you would be able to find someone. It was all too easy for you. Find someone and date them, get rid of them, next. But when you finally found someone to commit your time to, it changed you. You talked about having a future with kids. Telling them stories about how this one girl changed you into a better man. It was too soon for words, cheating was too much of a habit.

You were in love with the thought of having someone to love. It didn't matter if you loved the person as much as the one before, but as long as each girl stayed long enough, you were alright. You just needed someone to love in that period of time. It didn't matter if it was equivalent to the same love she gave you, to you it was something. No one mattered as much as your ego. You wanted someone there to hold your hand and kiss infront of your friends, but you felt completely nothing. Using someone for your own pleasure. You were dead on heartless.

You are not in love with me.
**You are in love with love.