You loved me incandescently, like no one else has ever loved me before, glimpse of passion in your pretty brown eyes each time they were met with mine, you treated me kindly, caressed me with your hands, skin softer than silk. You cherished me as if there is no tomorrow, cried for me and showed me all your vulnerable sides. And when I returned it all, when I finally opened up and loved you back just with that very same passion as yours, you lost each and every spark in your heart for me, you became as cold as a rock and looked the other way at someone else, someone better than me. Prettier, smarter. Or so you made me think. And now you got me thinking what I did wrong, if I should have actually opened up the way I did. Because you treated me so very kindly and you loved me incandescently, like no one else has ever loved me before...
