When you look into my eyes and smile, I know you. When you lay with me, holding my hands and telling me that you love me, I know you. When you surprise me with gifts and flowers, I know you.
When I hear the words you tell others, I don't know you. When people tell me things about you, I don't know you. When I see the way you act when you think I'm not looking, I don't know you.
I don't know you, not even a little. Not even at all.
I'm beginning to wonder if I want to know you. If knowing you is worth the price I'm having to pay. You've given me so much happiness. But lately, you've been taking it away (and even more than was rightfully yours). Sure, it's only been a week of unhappiness in these past seven months, but I'm thinking what I'm feeling might not just be sadness due to your actions, but sadness due to a realization.
I don't know how much longer we're going to be doing this.
I don't know if it's going to last.
And this time, you wouldn't be the one ending it.
I just don't think I'm ready to let go yet.
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