I’m sorry.
I don’t love you anymore.
And to be honest, I’m not sure I ever did.
To me, you were a constant.
Always there, every day, for me to count on.
To me, you were a crutch.
To support me, every day. For me to count on.
To me, you were a catch.
You were perfect and that’s one thing I could count on.
And you meant something, too.
You meant a lot, really.
And at times, I really thought I loved you.
But you knew it wasn’t love.
And even now, as you read this, you know.
You remember the times we spent laughing?
The times we embraced each other.
Maybe that was love.
It doesn’t really matter though.
It’s gone anyway.