Just saying

I know you lied to me. I know it very much.
But, I just can't help to believe it. Because it's something that I would like to believe.
Because no matter how much you lied to me, I trust you. I trust you.

I didn't think I'd remember all of it so vividly, and I guess that's my curse because I need you, I need you to look at me, and I need you to need me.

I'm greedy and I keep replaying all this moments, the simplest things, when I touched your hand or you said something nice about my hair.

I thought the feeling were gone.
You're still in my mind, you never left.
That's the thing: you're only in my mind.
You will never see me the way I see you.

I haven't decided what' s more sad: 
That I wrote about the possibility of us and the love we have
Or... I don't know who I'm writing about.