Things wouldn't be this way if I knew for a fact that you loved me. I wouldn't be insecure. I wouldn't have to constantly question where we stand.
I wouldn't wonder where you are, who you're with, or who you're thinking about. Because if you really loved me, I would know. I would always know.
If you really loved me:
I wouldn’t have to wonder if you don’t.
You wouldn’t lie to me.
You’d surprise me just to see my face light up.
You'd take me to the airport.
You’d show me off to the world.
You’d pay more attention to me than to your phone.
You wouldn’t let me slip away, no matter how hard it gets.
You would be kind to me, always.
We wouldn't fight so much.
You would let me know what you were doing.
You would let me in.
You would make me smile.
You wouldn’t blame me for everything bad.
You would have gotten me flowers, even though I said I didn’t want them.
You would know that I need you.
You wouldn't always put yourself first.
You would tell me that you love me, I wouldn’t have to ask.
You would take my hand.
I wouldn’t come second.
You wouldn’t have been so good at pretending.
You would've told me how you were feeling.
You wouldn’t have let me go so easily.
You wouldn’t have moved on so quickly.