Loving you was like a song, a beautiful melody with sad lyrics.
It was a raw feeling in my chest, making it hard to breath when you weren’t around.
Loving you was watching the stars in the summer, wishing that it would never end.
It was a promise on a drunken night, a promise that you couldn’t keep.
Loving you was giving you the parts of me nobody else has ever known.
It was the mystery in your eyes every time you said you loved me.
Loving you was more than just existing, it was really living.
It was a roller coaster, whirlwind, all over the place kind of love.
Loving you was a storm, a storm we chased but never quite found.
It was heart breaking, yet made me feel whole in the moments we had.
Loving you was being pushed away, but always pulling you closer.
It was a kiss on the lips to keep the painful words from spilling out.
Loving you was watching you leave, without ever saying goodbye.
It was a pain so fierce, the kind that makes you never want to love again.
You were the one I wanted so bad, that was never really mine.
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