And it hurts even more, that you just liked her with a snap of your fingers.

And that you are just so desperate to get together with her.

To lie.

To not pay heed to her words.

That you are so desperate.

And then you wonder why there are rumors.

Because you are so wrapped up in your own world.

You do not see how you are hurting the people around you.

Because you are obsessed. Infatuated.

Cos love isn't this way...

And it hurts to see you this way.

Cos I know this isn't the real you.

And I read those letters you wrote in Italy, the Christmas one. And I find it hard to believe that you've forgotten those feelings with just a snap of your fingers. I find it hard to believe what you said that perhaps you didn't mean it.

I know you meant it.

It's inside, somewhere.

You're not that heartless.

You've just lost yourself.

And I've lost you. And losing you,

I've lost me.

Cos my heart was given to you.

I've lost you and me.

But I still love with whatever's left within me. Beyond that even.

Because, you are my one and only.