I don’t know how to love after all — I thought I really loved him.
All this time, was I wrong?
Some will say it was just a hard-on
But in truth, I don’t know either
I’m looking for answers in an existential
Yes, you are always there and here or me there and here
Memories spin in circles, trying to find the why question.
What about the things I’ve done for you
The dedication, the care, and the complicity was that love?
Then why don’t I know if I loved you?
And you, did you love me?