I want to love how I was loved, to make up for my former mistakes, and to no longer regret the ignorance I gave during the time countless affections were poured over me like buckets of gold.
But oh how wrong I was, when my efforts were exchanged with hollow and cold words, the love in my eyes shifted into tears, as your silence spoke what your words could not state.
Oh the irony, this must be what he felt when he loved me.