I was in love with the thought that we loved each other,
That somewhere between the silence, we still belonged to one another.
I mistook your presence for a promise, your affection for something true,
And built a home inside a future that existed only in my view.
Perhaps I loved the way you made forever sound,
The way your words could lift me up, then leave me underground.
I held onto every little thing, convinced it meant the same to you,
While you were simply passing through a life I thought we both were building too.
How cruel it is to mourn a love that may have never been,
To grieve a thousand futures that existed only in my head.
I wasn\'t just in love with you, but with the story we pretended to be
And perhaps the hardest truth is knowing I loved us more than you ever loved me.