perfectly honest

I think I loved you at some point. But, if we're being perfectly honest here, I've caught myself wondering if I ever really did or is it something my memory created for me. I can't remember how loving you felt.
I can remember sitting on the old white school chair, the one with the little picture of the cartoon girl on it that I've had for as long as I can remember, and you'd say things to me that my insides twist up and I'd collapse against the back of the chair. That memory is the only proof I have that we were actually in love.
But do you remember how I told you that you were the only person who has made me feel like that?

Well, I lied.



photo credit - unsure, found on audrey hepburn complex