Early hours of the morning, I start acting differently
"What's wrong?"
"... Nothing"
"No, what's wrong, tell me"
"... I can't"
"Yes you can, tell me"
This leads to a 3 hour talk, both of us crying
"You know I loved you more than I could ever love her, you know I'll always be vulnerable to you"
"I'm sorry, and I wish there was a way for me to say that where it has more meaning, but you've heard it all before and I can't say it or try and prove it anymore"
"... I know, I'm sorry too"
That night made me think he had a heart, however the past few weeks have proved I was right in what I thought for so long.
I wish for once, he'd tell the truth, because I can't decipher what's a lie and what isn't anymore.
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