I hear your words and I understand, the pain you feel, though– I can not understand.
Hearing and knowing are two different things. I am not you, so I will never know.
I see your doubts and your fears, your confusion, and your tears.
I relate with my own tears and confusion, my own fears and doubts, not yours.
You say you love me, but it’s hard to feel when the trust between us isn’t real.
I appreciate your apology and your regret, it shows that you don’t want to forget,
But memory is unreliable. Truth is a matter of perspective. A collection of experiences.
The bond we have and the love we share, I believe you truly care.
I believe because I choose too, and because I know I truly care.
Let’s work together to build trust, and to mend the bond that we know we must.
Yet, in truth, I don’t know how and neither do you. So we just go through—the niceties.
Let’s communicate openly to truth be true so that our love can grow strong and renew.
Yet I know that will never happen. We have love enough for each other. Let’s not risk the pain…

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