It Was Real.

It was real.

Do you want to know how I know?

Because I’m not mad at you.

I don’t think I really ever was.

It was real.

Because you hurt me,

Yet, I still believe in you.

I still paint you in the most wonderful light.

It was real.

I know, because I felt it when I laid next to you.

I felt it when I looked in your eyes,

When you held my hand.

It was real,

And don’t you dare pretend that it wasn’t,

Because I know you felt it too.

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