And while typing, "love you more" it feels like betrayal.
Because, truth be told, I love her more
It's because of her that I'm still awake at this time.
Because, she called me in the middle of the night.
Drunk, drenched in tears
I comforted her, sent her home, sighing.
I waited an hour for her answer. When you wrote to tell me your day
I'm supposed to be cheerful, but all I felt was disappointment. I kept up the smiling face, distracting myself through answering you. Always flinching upon the sound of my phone.