I'm stuck, I'm stuck on just the love I have for you.
On how much I miss you.
Your smell, your eyes, your smile, and all the the things that make you, you.
I'm stuck
Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell me what was really going on?
I would have understood.
I wouldn't have made a fool of myself.
I love you, always will.
Always have.